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Boredom.
Upon the kitchen's countertop was a pink mare, completely bored out of her mind as she awaited for a certain cyan pegasus. The only thing at this moment that kept her spirits up... and physically, her tilted head, was her hooves. Dragging her right hoof along the countertop, the revolutions she made seemed to be endless. As for her left hoof, its only job was to support her from under the chin.
"What's talking Dashie so long!" Pinkie Pie sighed, allowing her head to slip from her hoof's grasp, banging it against the table. "...owie."
It was hard to believe that at the beginning of the day, her enthusiasm was at its peak. I mean, come on! It was finally the day she has been waiting for. The day the two bestest friends in the whooole Equestria can make cupcakes, together. "Rainbow Dash told me that today was her day off... what's taking her so long?" the pink mare asked herself, glancing at the clock upon the wall and back to the pink doors of the bakery.
Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes turned to hours. Two to be precise. As those very two hours passed, Pinkie grew impatient and as for her once poofy, cotton candy mane... deflated. She was sick and tired of Dashie's problem with punctuality and promises... this was not the first time, but maybe, it would be the last.
An abrupt knocking was heard from Sugarcube Corner's entrance, disrupting the pink mare's trail of thought. "Who is it?" the darker tone of pink said through gritted teeth.
"It's me! Rainbow!" a raspy voice said from behind the entrance, or to Pinkie, the exit where Rainbow Dash had belonged... but, since she had different plans in store, Pinkamena allowed her spectrum maned friend to barge in. "Urhm Pinkie? Is everything alright?"
"DASHIE! YOU MADE IT!" Pinkie exclaimed with delight, her mane poofing back up to its original state. "Yup! I just waited hours and hours and hours and hours, but you're finally here! I knew you would've come! Oh my gosh, you're finally here! That means we can finally start baking!"
"Okay, okay, Pinkie, can you please calm down and tell me what we are actually baking?" Rainbow Dash begged with a trot, putting a halt to the mare's continuous rambling.
"CUPCAKES!" The cotton candied mare jubilantly exclaimed, reaching into her mane as she pulled out a cyan colored, rainbow sprinkled, strawberry icing cupcake and placed it on the counter top. "Here! I made this especially for you!" she quickly pushed the cupcake closer and closer to Dash on the opposite side of the table.
"Uhmm, thanks," Rainbow Dash said, a bit unsure of the mare's random act of kindness. It was Pinkie though, it was to be expected. "I'll save it for later."
"Nononononono! You need to try it now! These are what we are going to bake, silly!" Pinkie Pie begged for her friend to taste her hardwork.
Unsure of the cupcake, Rainbow Dash glanced between it and Pinkie's slowly dying smile. She possibly couldn't live with another sad Pinkie, it was once enough a difficult task the first time during her own birthday. "Hmph, pretty good," Rainbow Dash said, taking a bite with the food still in her mouth, and ending with a yawn.
"Nonono, now is not the time for sleep, Rainbow...that comes later," Pinkie said. "But right now, we need to make cupcakes! You Pinkie Pie promised!"
"Yeah yeah, I know. I'm just a bit tired from practice, that's all," Rainbow yawned once more. "So, watcha need help with, Pinks?"
"Oh, just follow meee!" Pinkie chimed as she happily skipped towards the side of the staircase. "First, we need to go into secret, super duper scary, spooky basement and get ingredients!" the mare then gave the door a slight push as it opened with an eerie creak. "You first, Dashie!'
Without a response, Rainbow gulped and walked down the basement's staircase, only staring into the dark abyss before her as the light from where Pinkie stood gave her that sense of sight to find said ingredients. "What exactly are we looking for, again?"
"Just my friends..." Pinkie Pie closed the door after her entrance into the room. "We love to play hide and seek," she said, her voice trailing off and echoing throughout the enclosed darkness. Rainbow's only sense of hearing guided her throughout the basement as she instinctively retreated from Pinkie's voice and laughter. "Hehehe, you must be somewhere around here!" Dash's heart rate increased with the sound of laughter and every clop upon the concrete surface. "Oh, I found you..." Rainbow began to hyperventilate as her retreat had come to an end...a trapped corner. "PEEKABOO! I FOUND YOU!" Pinkie Pie suddenly burst out, appearing inches before Rainbow Dash and laughed. And somehow with that laughter came light as it magically filled the room, everything becoming visible once more to Rainbow Dash. "Hahahaha, I win! I win!"
"Whew," the cyan mare sighed out of relief, wiping off the beads of sweat from her brow. "Pinkie Pie, you almost gave me a heart attack!"
"Hahaha, I'm sorry, Rainbow! I couldn't resist!" Pinkie Pie continued her fit of laughter as she rolled on her back. "Got you good, didn't I! That'll sure teach you to never be late again!"
"Hehe, yeah yeah... you got me good. Nice prank, Pinkie," Rainbow admitted defeat. "And, I really am sorry for being late, I promise it won't ever happen again."
Still feeling a bit sour from Rainbow Dash's late arrival, Pinkie Pie had come up with a solution. "Do you Pinkie Pie promise to never be late for me again?"
"Haha... yes, Pinkie Pie," Rainbow Dash smiled, agreeing to her sugar rushed friend's deal. "Cross my heart and hope to fly." Rainbow Dash crossed her chest with both her hooves, soon fluttering them. "Stick a cupcake in my eye." She closed her left eye, poking it with a hoof, singing the contract alongside her friend as they both promised never to be late again.
"Thank you, Dashie. This means a lot," Pinkie Pie thanked and hoped that Element of Loyalty will live up to her promise.
Or else.
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Even though I don't know how it relates to me writing this innocent fic. You good man >>1107289 I revise my earlier statement: I am going to judge you like a Minivan judges a Fiat.
That being said, this was okay. Might want to add a slice of life tag, but besides that, yeah it was okay. (And now we wait for all the Killjoy fangirls (none of you are men, you lost your rights when you started fangasming) to upvote this to kingdom come)
Faving this, liking this, and commenting on it. Because this story deserves it.
This was a great story. A little shorter than I'd like, but it was good none of the less. I liked the writing style, and the characters were acting true to their personalities, as they should. So... mustache for you! 
Peace out!
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The description says:
>Don't judge a book by it's cover
FIX IT
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you know......
i ALMOST disliked the SHIT out of this for having ANYTHING to do with that evil story.....
but its from you
so...i read the first paragraph
and since all i found were references
good job
JUST NEVER DO ANYTHING ELSE DEALING WITH THAT EVIL STORY EVER AGAIN
The "Great" author Killjoy (who earned his title through the toiling creation of Three of Me School Society and its subsequent reincarnations) bestowed upon the world a meager story of nary more than one thousand written words through the portal of the world wide web.Twas not a masterpiece nor a travesty, but quality twould be a substance that his fandom legions payed no heed. With ruthless speed and unparalleled zeal they descended upon the hapless story, and there was great squealing and gnashing of teeth and fangasming, reaching a fever pitch that could be heard by the great Gods above in their mighty thrones.
Finally, even the creator of the story himself could not take a second more of his impudent fan's orgasmic wails of delight. With a mighty hand he strucketh down the hordes of still-climaxing prepubescent girls with the battle cry of, "please read before thou decideth."
But to the dismay of Killjoy (and the writer of this humble text) the peaking pussies of infamous lore refused to heed their master's cry, for their wails of self-induced pleasure drowned out even his great and powerful voice. They descended into orgasmic madness and, in mindless hysteria, continued to upvote the story into its eventual featurehood. Together, they posted comments that contained neither sense nor proper grammar, but the legions were too preoccupied with beating down the poor, unknowing souls who dared defile such a story with a dislike or constructive criticism.
Finally, the story twas bumped into the feature box. Authors and readers alike reveled in the disgusting filth that Killjoy's rogue horde spat into the air and the comments section, and a great cry of what-the-fuck-ery was raised. Too late, the authors and readers unaffected by the legion's self-stimulating pull realized that their failure to crush this senseless mass of girl-like man-children would eventually lead to the demise of the entire world. The users unaffected put out one last, valiant hurrah before being stifled and crushed by the horde, destroying fimficiton as we know it and establishing a new world order, where all servants of the Dear Leader Killjoy must toil and slave under his mighty pen, lest the literary barrage of unwarranted hatred and oppression fall on their vulnerable heads.
I write this in the hopes of preventing another catastrophe of this scale. My fellow wayward souls, if we do not crush this unceasing tide of childish tidings, we are as good as doomed to the gallows of foolishly ignored trouble, rising on the horizon in a featureless cloud, waiting to sweep and crush us at any moment. Be warned, Be warned!
And then there was brass.
Only to accept criticism and learn, so that I may become better, and also, judge me on those.>>1107565 I don't really care, honestly. Wasn't great, wasn't terrible--you can't really change the world with only 1,050 words, you know? The only thing I know for certain is that my previous comment was very fun to write. My butchering of Middle-English prose only serves to give my English professor headaches. 
The ending is left up to you, the readers to interpret.
The next time Dash was late, Pinkie forced her to fly around all day wearing an eyepatch shaped like a cupcake.
The lack of depth perception caused her to crash and die.
Pinkie, in remorse, Pinkie Pinkie Promised herself that she would never make a Pinkie Promise again. She then enforced her breach of Promise by leaping to her death from Twahlight Spoorkal's bahloon dressed as Rainbow Dash.
With 2 Elements of Harmony dead, Discord was released from his statue once again and, unopposed, threw Equestria into an endless age of chaos.
Well, actually a 14 hour age of chaos, because Twilight sent Rarity back in time to tell herself to buy Dash a frikkin watch with alarm function for her last birthday.
The original timeline was restored and the tangent universe was collapsed when a jet engine fell on someone's OC. No one really cared.
Story is called Cupcakes read the original before, didn't feel disturbed or anything, just laughed a bit and went on with my life knowing its just a story. Seriously I laughed after reading Cupcakes 
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EDIT:
This seems like it could be a prequel to the original, sorry but I can't get it out of my head.
How does story work write words?
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'The next time Dash was late, Pinkie forced her to fly around all day wearing an eyepatch shaped like a cupcake.
The lack of depth perception caused her to crash and die.
Pinkie, in remorse, Pinkie Pinkie Promised herself that she would never make a Pinkie Promise again. She then enforced her breach of Promise by leaping to her death from Twahlight Spoorkal's bahloon dressed as Rainbow Dash.
With 2 Elements of Harmony dead, Discord was released from his statue once again and, unopposed, threw Equestria into an endless age of chaos.'
Well, actually a 14 hour age of chaos, because Twilight sent Rarity back in time to tell herself to buy Dash a frikkin watch with alarm function for her last birthday.
The original timeline was restored and the tangent universe was collapsed when a jet engine fell on someone's OC. No one really cared.
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>>1113467 It's Cupcakes but not Cupcakes. Just give it a read, you won't be disappointed...sorta.
I had a good time reading, but it seems that when I mentioned the title of the chapter, none of the members of my reading group showed up...soooo, I'm reading this on my own...
*Suddenly, Rainbow Dash kicks down the door, Steel spinning around in surprise.*
JESUS! Wh-What?!
"STEEL! CLOSE THAT WINDOW!"
Why?!
"Cupcakes is EVIL! THAT'S WHY!"
But I already finished reading this!
"What?"
I just finished reading. It's not Cupcakes.
"But, why is the title 'Cupcakes' then?"
The CHAPTER TITLE is 'Cupcakes'. The STORY TITLE is 'Don't Judge A Fic By Its Cover Image'!
"Huh?"
It's a re-write of Cupcakes, basically making it less...well, Cupcakes.
"Ok...I guess...?"
Anyone following you?
"Nah, I was the only one to come save your sorry hide; everypony else was too terrified to come within half a mile of the building."
Even Pinkie?
"Pinkie was the worst; she actually locked herself in her room at Sugarcube Corner, then boarded up all the windows and the door, saying she might 'murder another pony if I laid one eye on that story!'"
Huh...well, thanks for the rescue attempt.
"No problem."
"Was the story any good?"
It was, actually. Here, read it over, the chapter's still open.
*Steel gets out of the chair as Dash flies over and sits down in the seat, scrolling up the window and reading it off. Steel sits down on his couch in the back of the room, cracking open a Coke from the box on the table.*
Should have Pinkie bring some popcorn over sometime...seems to go pretty well with Coke...
Just read it... i thought it would be longuer for some reason. Oh well, did i like it? Well, there's not a lot to judge from, so i'm still a bit neutral. I must say, replacing the actual cupcake scene with a prank is actually way more canon then the original Cupcakes story, that's for sure.
When it comes to stories, I don't really worry about it being canon. If it's enjoyable and feels like it could be an episode, then more power to it, but there are plenty of non-canon stories out there that're good.
This story? I thought it was cool. Extremely short, but so was Cupcakes...
speaking of Cupcakes, am I the only one who enjoyed it? Senseless violence seems to appeal to me...
>>1127261 Oh, this story looks canon to me (or at least, as canon as a fanfic can be). I mean, the characters behave like they do in the show, the universe is the same as in the show, etc.
Anyway, about senseless gore, i'm the kind who despise it. If there's no story or message of some kind behind the gore, i won't even bother (i'm pretty sensitive when it comes to gore). In games, the gameplay itself helps me manage to move my focus away from it, but just plain gore for no reason other then showing it, no thanks.
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