Staff Meeting
Twilight sneezed.
“Gesundheit,” her book said.
“Thanks, but keep it down. Spike hasn’t left—”
Said dragon jogged down into the library’s entrance room, a gym bag slung over his shoulder. “Did you call me, Twilight?”
“Not at all,” she said with a smile. “Have fun tonight.”
He snorted and flicked a claw against his atrociously bright blue shirt. “You don’t have ‘fun’ at the Ponyville Monthly Bowling Spectacular. You either roll to win or not at all, and Big Mac and I both have our eyes on the trophy this time!”
Twilight giggled. “I’ll make sure we have a space cleared for it when you get back. Good luck!” Spike shut the door behind him, and Twilight walked over to lock it. She watched him head out of sight before turning back to her book. “Okay, we’re clear.”
Two black hooves rose out of her book’s pages, and they pulled the rest of the changeling out with them. He stretched out his legs one by one. “There we go. So much better.”
“Don’t you guys always say you’re comfortable in there?” Twilight asked as she pulled several books off the shelves.
“Yeah, but there’s nothing like terra firma under your hooves.” The changeling rolled his neck. “And having full range of your muscles again. What’s taking you so long with this one? It’s only three hundred pages.”
“Hey, this book has some of the most vivid descriptive writing I’ve read in years! Forgive me for savoring it and sending you all the love you could ever want.”
He chuckled as she set the books down. “Apology accepted. Okay bugs, front and center! We’ve got things to talk about.”
Five more changelings pulled themselves out, and Twilight summoned a wrinkled sheet of parchment. “Stormy Night, here.” Twilight checked off the changeling sitting next to her and moved down the list. “Cliffhanger, could you watch the windows please? Thank you.” She checked him off, and Semicolon as he flitted around in the air. “Tense Shift, check. Viewpoint, check. And Subject Agreement.”
The last one raised a hoof. “Can I change my name?”
Twilight rolled her eyes, and the rest of the room groaned. “Do you want to go back to Hanging Clause again? Or Conjunction Function?”
“Or Red Herring,” Stormy Night said under his breath.
“I heard that!” Subject snapped.
Semicolon landed, stretching out his wings. “Dude, you’re kinda ruining the point of having a name if you keep changing it every week.”
“Excuse me for wanting to explore my individuality! Why don’t we all just go back to the Hive, huh? I’m sure Mommy Chrissy will be more than happy to tell us what we should be called.” He thrust a hoof at Twilight. “She didn’t get to choose her name, but you don’t hear her complaining about it. You know why?”
Stormy Night shook his head. “Leave the ponies out of this. We’ve got more important things to talk about.”
“Hang on, he’s on to something,” Viewpoint said. “Haven’t you guys been paying attention to the books we hide in? There’s a whole world out there for us to identify with. We don’t have to be stuck wearing labels of stuff on the page instead of what that stuff means.”
“We can discuss this later,” Twilight said.
“That we can,” Stormy agreed.
Semicolon shot him a look. “And the favorite speaks up right on cue! Just because you’re the one that spends every night on her nightstand—”
“My sleeping arrangements are none of your concern!” Twilight snapped. “Or are none of you wondering where Parenthetical is tonight?” She let the uneasy silence linger a moment longer. “He’s okay, but we need to talk about this little prank you all keep pulling. Fooling ponies by deliberately taking the form of the wrong words or letters is unacceptable.”
Cliffhanger looked up from his upside-down position over the window. “Are you still on about the Sweetie Belle thing? I said I wouldn’t do it again!”
“You haven’t, and thank you for that, but I still get ponies complaining about finding typos on every other page or so. A couple of days ago, Sassaflash came in and told me how entire pages in her book mysteriously mirrored each other. She took the liberty of sending it back to the publisher in Canterlot—and Parenthetical along with it.”
Semicolon leapt to his feet. “You said he was okay! Canterlot is as far from okay for changelings as it can get, you foolish mare!”
Stormy stomped, the sharp echo silencing the others from joining in. “He is okay. He got out of the book and took a disguise. I’ve seen his letter to Twilight.”
She nodded. “I can show it to you all after we’re done here, but there’s not much more we can do right now. I’ve sent off a pouch of bits for train fare, so he’ll be home in a day or two. What we have to worry about, what we’re here for tonight, is making sure this never happens again.”
“But it gets boring in there,” Cliffhanger said. “I mean, I guess it’s cool and all being in a book, but there’s only so many times you can read yourself before you’re ready to come home.”
“Yeah,” Tense Shift said, “and they don’t bring us back for weeks! When all you get to see for days and days is the same pony’s face staring at you, you want to trip them up every now and then. It’s fun. Some of them even say the wrong word a few times just to hear it out loud.”
Twilight levitated another page and a quill. “Shorter due dates,” she said while making a note. “This is good. If stopping you guys from going stir-crazy keeps you safe from discovery, I’m all for it. And there’s always Spike, you know. If we let him in on this little secret, you would all have a lot more leeway around the library.”
Every opaque blue eye turned to Stormy Night, who fidgeted in place. “I don’t know. I like the kid, but he gives you some deniability. If an angry mob comes down on your head and they believe he doesn’t know anything about us—”
“If I was worried about an angry mob, I wouldn’t have helped you in the first place.” Twilight smiled and touched his hoof. “Maybe the way changelings and Equestria can have peace is to prove it one pony at a time. We’re friends, aren’t we?” She glared at Semicolon as he coughed More! More! into his hoof. “We’ll put a pin in telling Spike. You can trust him, but if you’re not ready, I won’t force you into it.”
Subject Agreement raised his hoof again. “Could we get a pool table maybe? Even if we tell the guy, there’s not a whole lot to do around here.”
Twilight made another note. “I don’t know about a pool table, but I’m sure Pinkie Pie has some games I could borrow. Do you guys have anything specific in mind you’d like to try?”
“Pool,” Subject insisted. “It’s fun, and I’m pretty good at it.”
“I’m sure you are, but the expense—wait, what? How are you good at it?”
“He’s lying!” Viewpoint said, bumping shoulders with Subject. “Twenty bits says I can take you down. You’re nothing!”
Cliffhanger snorted. “Yeah, I remember all that pool you guys never played on all the tables that the Hive didn’t have. What are you two going on about?”
“Well put,” Twilight said, turning to Stormy Night. “What are they talking about? Can you play pool?”
His mouth moved silently for a moment. “N-No, I never tried before. When in the world did you two have a chance to play pony games?”
Semicolon pointed outside. “The Davenport guy. He’s got a pool table in his basement.”
Every other soul in the room drew a sharp breath, Twilight included. Unlike the others, she did not look away from Semicolon’s carefree smile, most likely because it was a physical impossibility for her to follow the others’ example and look at herself. She recalled the records in her head, and Mr. Davenport had indeed checked out a book with Semicolon, and the two self-professed pool players.
The blue eyes staring back at her eventually lost their mirthful luster. Their owner tossed glances around the room, but he was wise enough not to open his mouth again.
Twilight prowled forward. “How. Exactly. Do you know what a pony keeps in their basement?”
Semicolon backed away. “Uh... we, um, get bored. You know how it goes. We get bored and then, uh, we listen to things?”
“How. Exactly! Do you know?!” The five changelings in front of her shrank under her scream, leaving her to answer her own question with the only explanation. “You get out of the books.” She staggered back, falling to her haunches. “You all get out of the books. Why? What are you trying to do by getting out of the books?”
Subject Agreement rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s... it’s fun. I like looking through the houses. Each one is different.”
Viewpoint nodded. “I like the paintings. Roseluck has an awesome one of the night sky. You’d think flowers with her, but she surprised me.”
“You all do,” Cliffhanger said. “I mean, ponies are all the same. Sort of. But you’re all different too. Carrot pony has a rubber duck collection. And you don’t have a single one here!”
“I steal socks,” Tense Shift said. “Just one per house. Sometimes I throw it away. Sometimes I hide it somewhere else in the house.”
Stormy Night groaned, pulling at his face with a hoof. “Do you fools want all of Equestria to know we’re here? All it takes is one, just one of you to get spotted, and then comes the uproar. We’ve got a good thing going here! Why are you trying to screw it all up?”
“Oh gee, thanks for the vote of confidence.” Cliffhanger scoffed. “It’s not like we’re all trained infiltrators that have already spent all our lives under constant threat of discovery from the outside world. We clearly don’t know how to stay hidden.”
Twilight raised an eyebrow. “Considering a little filly sniffed you out, you don’t have much right to brag.”
Semicolon smirked. “It’s not like any other ponies make a habit of staying up until three in the morning, you know. All the other mares in town don’t have Stormy to keep them company.” He dove into his book, narrowly dodging the bolt Twilight shot at him.
“Oh, you can’t hide from me!” Twilight jumped after him, her horn sparkling with magic as she vanished from sight amid the open pages.
“Whoa!” Viewpoint pointed after her. “She can do it too?!”
Stormy shrugged, smiling. “You’d be surprised what she can do.”
A flash of violet energy burst from the pages, followed by a changeling that smashed into the nearby shelves and sent a cascade of books tumbling down on top of him. “She’s crazy! Get her off me!”
The smile vanished from Stormy’s face. “Oh, crap.”
Twilight materialized in front of them all in another flash of magic. “If the lot of you are serious about exploring Equestria,” she said, advancing towards the cowering changeling, “the least you can do is learn some basic decency. So here’s a new rule: you will never talk about a mare’s bedroom or her nightly activities again! You will never talk about my personal affairs again! If you do, you are...” Twilight studied the creature at the end of her accusing hoof. “You are a different changeling.”
“No he’s not!” Stormy blurted. “That’s Semicolon, all right. I think he gets the message, Twilight. Can we get back to business now?”
“No, Semicolon’s eyes are bigger.” Twilight looked over Stormy’s face. “I’ve been living with you for months. You think I can’t tell the difference by now? Semi has big eyes, your ears are a little closer together, I know how to spot you all. So who is this?”
The changeling pulled his hooves away from his face. “I... I’m nobody. I’m nobody! They-they said you could help us, but I didn’t sign up for this! Please leave me alone!”
Twilight backed away from him. She turned, and Semicolon’s head stuck out of his book with a nervous grin. He was the only changeling that could meet her gaze as she swept her eyes across the room. Even Stormy wouldn’t look at her. “How many more don’t I know about?”
Stormy Night jerked his head, signalling behind her.
Twilight turned, and three more changeling heads were poking out of books next to her usual company. She spun a circle, gaping at all ten of them. Eleven when she counted Parenthetical’s return. “Are you changelings or rabbits?”
Cliffhanger’s yelped, flying off the wall. “He’s coming back! Everyone hide! Dragon boy’s running back!”
Stormy Night and Twilight drowned each other out shouting orders, but the changelings were gone before their sentences finished. They hurriedly threw all the books back on the shelves, the door’s knob rattling just as they finished. Twilight shoved him towards his hiding spot.
“Twi! Open up!” Spike banged on the door.
She took a pained look at the misorganized shelf she and Stormy had replaced. Another bang snapped her out of it, and she flung the door open.
Spike leaned against the door frame, bent over at his waist with one claw clutching his heaving chest, and the other holding a scroll out to her. “Letter... Celestia! Take it!”
Twilight gasped. “Is there an emergency? Is she okay? What’s going on?!”
“D-Dunno.” He tried to breathe, but a coughing fit racked his body. “Ci... cider frame up next. Gotta get back.”
The scroll dropped to Twilight’s hooves, and she watched him run off, slack-jawed and disbelieving. “Cider...?” Her hoof scraped the letter inside, and she closed the door behind it. And then she slumped against the wall and sank down to the floor. Her head spun round and round, and she clutched at it to try and keep it still.
Hoofsteps approached. “There are more comfortable places to take a nap than on the floor, you know,” Stormy said.
She shook her head. “Don’t start with me right now. Why didn’t you tell me we had more? How long have they even been here?”
“A couple weeks.” He sat next to her. “I spotted them sneaking by the library one night while you were asleep. They couldn’t believe their ears when I told them about what we did here.”
Twilight pushed herself up. “And why didn’t you tell me?”
“They were starving! I had to hook them up with the others and make sure they got sent off. I’m not even sure if they want to stay full time.” He risked a smile at her. “They may not want to after you the way you handled that poor guy.”
She kept silent until the offending grin faded away. “If we’re going to make this work, we need to trust each other. No more secrets. I can’t protect you if I don’t even know how many of you there are.”
He nodded. “Sounds fair.”
“And I want to tell Spike tomorrow. All of this goes up in smoke if just one pony wakes up in the middle of the night to find a changeling prowling around their house, and every escape plan I’ve prepared for you would be easier with his help. And the more we have to cover for, the more help we need.”
Stormy stared at her for a long, quiet moment before nodding again. “I trust you.”
“Good.” Twilight finally cracked a smile of her own and flicked him with her tail. “Just tell Tense Shift to stay away from my sock drawer. I keep them folded exactly how I like them, so I know who to come for if anything looks askew.”
“Noted,” Stormy said, picking up the scroll for her. “I’ll be sure to rummage around in there the next time I need to put the fear of the Queens in him.”
Twilight laughed, opening the letter. “Then here’s to a fresh start for this thing of ours, whatever it is.”
My dearest Twilight,
Your friend Parenthetical wishes me to tell you, “I effed up.”
You. Here. Noon. Sharp.
Princess Celestia
Spike later wondered why the front door seemed to have a head sized bulge in it, but Twilight was too busy hiding and trembling under her covers to answer. His new trophy proved quite adept at banging it back into place regardless.
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Ha! Nice, probably not meant to be taken seriously, but still cool. I'm not sure what Celestia's letter means, but I look forward to finding out.
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Not too seriously at all. glad you liked it!
"I sneak into peoples' houses, take things off their tables and shelves... and put them into barrels. Isn't that rich?! They think the things are stolen, but no! They are right there! They just don't know!"
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His dastardness knows no bounds!
Uh oh. Twilight's busted. I don't know if a sequel would be a good thing, considering what's awaiting her.
Btw, how did that bulge get in the door?
7086987 She slammed her head against the door in either anger, exasperation, or some other angered emotion.
Want a sequel. This is freaking hilarious!
Adorable! Prequel and sequel please.
7086567 Also, I would intergrate changelings into society via porn. Want to know why?
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7086567 Oh yeah? When I sneak in, I find that one room in the house where you have all your important documents. I see how clean or messy it is. If it's a well maintained, clean room, I move the documents 2 inches to the left, while I move all the writing utensils 2 inches to the right! I uncap the pens and markers, I sharpen the pencils too much!
If it's messy... Well, I fine them 20 bits for tripping me while I was looking through their house. That room was a safety hazard, I'm entitled! What? You expect me to get in trouble for breaking in? Still going to get my moneys worth out of it. Either that or force them to hire a maid. That ought to mess them up!
Oh god, that is great, all that names and how those changelings act, We need more of this
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What Wroth said.
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the prequel exists. You should be able to find the link above the description on this page. And, uh, just keep the response Teen about the porn thing.
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You monster! You evil, evil monster!
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This one was kind of a spur of the moment thing. So I suppose the sequel will come the next time I get bored and uncertain of what to write next.
Changelings turning into books... I like this concept!
Snrk, I now imagine Twilight finding a new larger book in the library, with Chryssie hiding inside.
I can't help but think what would happen if you mixed this with the enchanted comics we saw in the Power Ponies episode.
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Ooh. I'll keep that in mind.
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Wonder what the Equestrian equivalent of War and Peace would be?
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Glad you did!
7087961 Food fights and naps?
How does
play Bowling anyway?
Does he stick his hooves into the holes of the ball or will he grab it with his mouth?
Wasn't that about 11 months ago?
I think my house is invaded by changelings!
Good story!
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Thank you!
7087665 Thanks!
Obviously, having practiced the Haycartes technique, Twilight is quite aware of the danger of getting lost in a book, and so has been training a search and rescue team. that changelings take to it readily, and can feed off the love of literature in the meantime is simply a bonus.
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Ha! That would make an interesting story in its own right.
This and the prequel had me in stitches, good work.
Oh Twilight, you are in so much trouble.
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Glad to hear it!
VERY nice Hope you do a sequel as well
Twi and a book-diving changeling. Yeah, okay, I'm with you on that. It's a new ship, but it works.
7088716 Give more plz?
Seriously though this was funny as hell and had me laughing so hard my family was asking me what the hell made me laugh this hard.
7086534 That is something that appeals to me greatly.
Delightful. Very curious as to the mechanics of the book habitation, since enchanted or otherwise magical tomes could have some interesting side-effects (such as identity confusion (changeling/pony is now thinks they are one of the characters) or entrance into a pocket universe).
"Effed up", indeed.
And it was working so well...
Please let us find out how this ends for Twilight and her "staff"!
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I was wondering if anyone would ship it. I gave strong clues, but intentionally left it vague.
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Fantastic! Glad to know I did my job.
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I figure the changelings have some ability to move around, even between pages. And they can make transform into something as small as a word or as a big as a page. I had another comment reminding me of the enchanted comic books Equestria has. There could be a fun story with that idea.
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This story already surpassed my expectations for it, so I'll definitely keep a sequel in mind. The only I got to writing this one was because I was feeling a little aimless with my other stories and wanted to do something silly, however. I can't promise a firm due date.
7087961 Will there be more? :D
Heh heh, stoopid cherngelerngs.
And Twi's in trooooooouble!
Magic kindergarten time!
Anyone think that Celly is secretly about to prank twilight and end up causing her to reform chrysalis
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Well, I ship it
7089316 It would certainly explain why Haycarte's method isn't taught more widely.
Methinks the changelings are the equivalent of kitsune.
i would like to see more in this series
I am now interested in what Celestia has to say to Twilight.
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Huh. I'll have to read up on that. That could make a good story.
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Can't promise anything more concrete than a "maybe," but it's always good to see people want to read more from me. Thanks!
Two words. Sequel please!
Seriously though this was good. The building insinuations of twilight's and stormy's relationship added just the right kind of humor.
The changlings come across as friendly colleges, which works well as a dynamic and links back to the title. And with twilight being in a managerial role, the humourous interactions between her and the changelings are even funnier.
Plus with the plots for both telling spike, and explaining to celestia set up her, I am highly anticipating your next piece.
Awesome! I wonder if you can put a changeling into a scroll and send it via dragonfire.
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Thanks!
This is the most creative way of solving the changeling love gathering problem I've ever seen.
I thought the ending was a little abrupt, but the comments make it clear that that was a) intentional for effect and b) there's more to come (i hope!)?
I want the sequel to this
like what other readers have said.
SEQUEL
You are missing an "of" in the second sentence.
That line made me smile!
So you came up with this "get in the book" idea before the Moondancer episode that showed this was a legitimate spell? This idea is way out of left field, and I really want more of it!
I love these kind of set ups, where "the crew" assembles in secret on quiet evenings to discuss their plans. It's both super serious and "just Tuesday" for them.
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Fixed the error, and yeah, I wrote the first one before that episode. Never thought the show would let ponies do it! Or changelings, for that matter. Glad you liked it!
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The letter means that Celestia found the changeling, and wants to see twilight for... Something. This story definitely needs a sequel. Something about the letter.
honestly, the easiest way to screw with people like this would be to move their bookmark back three pages. Wouldn't even really have to leave the book. Oh, and while we're at it, reorganize the cupboards. It's a bit harder, and risks noise giving you away, but it's so worth it when they go mad trying to figure out why their plates are in the glasses cupboards.
Are we going to get another sequel? This was pretty fun, and I want to know how Twilight deals with this.
I'd love to see this made into a serial. You've created quite a scenario with a lot of potential for more depth than it already has. Not, while I understand that my meek and singular opinion is of little persuasion against the mighty "I don't wanna" in all of us, I'd just like to point out the potential in this story to evolve into a major work.