It's so tasty and shapely. I especially love the topping.
Sugarcube Corner was busy in the late afternoon from the rush of customers stopping by on their way home after work. Twilight Sparkle had expected as much, but the line for the confectionary stood a few feet out the door. Even at its busiest there were only four or five ponies idling around the glass cases drooling over which particularly delicious delight in which to partake, and yet, there must be twenty or more waiting patiently for their turn to browse.
Twilight debated waiting until the evening but worried her favorite pastries would be long-since devoured if she procrastinated. She still had a busy evening of studying ahead; astrology, the art of conjuration, reflective wisdom of the great sages, and a litany of other titles paraded through her mind that needed to be read before she could be afforded the luxury of the warm embrace of her bed. Despite her busy schedule, the unicorn got in line with a soft, resigned sigh.
The line moved quickly and Twilight found herself only a few ponies from the front. Twilight waited patiently and tuned out the gossip of others while she waited. Formulas, queries, and hypotheses danced in her head as the line crept forward.
The confectionary’s selection was always wide but the delicacies rarely altered and so she did little window shopping while waiting her turn, knowing what she would order since breakfast. She did notice, however, a particular pastry proliferating the packages of nearly every patron: a round, stuffed doughnut topped with a fine green powder the color of spring. Intrigued, the unicorn planned to ask about the unknown delight. Despite the typical selection, Mr. and Mrs. Cake routinely supplied a flavor of the day and if this new dessert was the root of this uptick of business, Twilight wanted to try it.
Finally, Twilight’s turn had come and she breached her place at the head of the line to gaze upon the arrangement of goodies. Pinkie Pie smiled at her from behind the register, eagerly awaiting with a sheet of waxed paper.
“Hi, Pinkie,” Twilight greeted her friend warmly but the pink pony didn’t respond immediately. Pinkie only beamed a smile, the blue pools of pristine water of her eyes flickered oddly and her brows hunched as if trying to remember something important. Twilight couldn’t help but notice the hesitation. “You… okay, Pinkie?”
Snapping out of her search, Pinkie nodded emphatically. “Twilight! Of course I’m fine. How are you today? Doing…,” another momentary hesitation, “Twilight things?”
“Uhh… that’s one way to put it, I guess. But, yes, I am busy today. Looks like you are too,” Twilight remarked. Pinkie nodded energetically again and squeezed the wax paper in a way that told Twilight that the pleasantries were over and she needed to choose. “I think I’ll get my usual today but I am interested in this new doughnut everyone seems to be getting. Is it good?”
Pinkie brightened immediately as if a sudden electricity had jolted through her, breaking the natural limits of her hyperactivity. But, for Pinkie, that was normal. “OH! The ultra, fantastic, special, one-of-a-kind, stupendous sensation that is our new matcha green tea crueller?! It’s made of the finest ingredients imported from Neighppon at no extra cost to you, our loyal customers! I’ve had a few today and I think they are the best thing since sliced cookies!”
What an odd explanation, Twilight thought, but dismissed it. More interested in the green stain on Pinkie’s tongue. From the green tea, Twilight surmised. It was dark, almost black and nearly coated her friend’s entire talking appendage.
You know what? Since we’re… friends…,” Pinkie appeared to search for the right word, stumbling in her pitch, “I think I could let you have a sample for free!”
Twilight laughed nervously at the imposition. She expected to hear grumbling coming from the ever increasing line of ponies but was relieved when they continued to talk amongst themselves or stare at the stacked plate of cruellers behind the counter glass. Still, she didn’t intend to incite jealousy. “Oh, Pinkie, you don’t have to do that. I’ll gladly buy it at full price. It does look interesting.”
Pinkie turned her head at an angle like a confused pet, ears stood at attention. She spoke with enthusiasm but in a subdued, flat method that was unlike the party pony, “Okie dokie lokie.” Pinkie began piling the matcha cruellers into a box, emptying the display of the treats.
“Wait, Pinkie! I said, my usual plus one of those. Not just all of that one. It would be rude to take them all before others had a chance to try them,” Twilight stopped Pinkie who looked up dumbly, as if she didn’t understand.
Mr. Cake suddenly appeared with a hot, fresh batch of the cruellers steaming from their powdered green tops. Pinkie indicated, “There’s plenty,” and began to pile again. An annoyed sigh escaped Twilight as Pinkie continued to get her order wrong.
“Pinkie! Be that as it may, I want what I normally get.” The extra business must have been getting to Pinkie, Twilight thought. She was random but this seemed so unlike her.
“Oh… okay. What was that, again?” Pinkie asked, replacing the cruellers in the case atop the fresh ones Mr. Cake had left. Mr. Cake moved quickly and quietly without even an indication of acknowledgement to Twilight, Pinkie, or any other pony.
Flustered, Twilight spelled out with irritation the confections she wanted. Pinkie was being weird and wasting her time. She was ready to be home. Paying quickly and offering only a curt goodbye to her friend, Twilight hurried to leave. She exited Sugarcube Corner in a huff and didn’t perceive the line had grown longer.
Twilight had retired to her library directly after her foray into Sugarcube Corner. She had spent the last several hours attacking the neatly stacked pile of books in her living room. She closed the latest with a loud thwap of its leather binding and suddenly realized how dark it had gotten. Stretching her body as she stood, Twilight closed the curtains over the darkening blues and purples of night. She called for Spike, waited, and was about to call again when she remembered he was in Canterlot for the evening. She would have to meet him at the train station the following afternoon.
Twilight paused at the next window and peered out into the dimming world. Ponies were mulling about here or there, many solitarily heading to their homes. Now and again, she spotted square boxes marked with a cupcake: the insignia of Sugarcube Corner. Perplexed by the ponies, she checked a clock; it was almost 8:15. Sugarcube Corner should have closed over an hour ago. Were there still ponies waiting to be served? Her stomach rumbled in response. She hadn’t been hungry when she returned to the library but a short, sharp shock of hunger crossed her abdomen and she dismissed the oddity.
The box from Sugarcube Corner sat upon her kitchen counter and saliva pooled in her mouth as she approached it like a predator preparing to pounce upon its prey. Opening the lid, Twilight gazed lovingly down at her selection of pastries: a lemon bar, golden, flaky, and mouth wateringly moist; tri-color vanilla cupcake, decadent and piled high with frosting; raspberry cream cake, succulent whole raspberries perched atop a slice of fudge cake with cream frosting and a drizzle of honey, and, of course, the matcha green tea crueller, with its algae color and dusting of powdered tea. It looked plain, uninspired, and, frankly, a little gross.
So many others had been enjoying the crueller and she wondered how such a homely thing could drive so many ponies wild. Taking the pastry in her hoof, she studied it. It was delicately light as if held together by the air itself. She knew little about cruellers but had tried a few in the past; they had always had a slightly nutty taste and were very sweet. Not dense like most doughnuts, she could appreciate the artistry behind them. However, this particular one with the light glaze enveloping its swirled, ridged body would look far more appetizing had the green dust covering the top not been such an ugly, grass-clipping color. It sure didn’t look tasty but, with a shrug, she took a bite.
Bitterness and sweetness vied for control of Twilight’s taste buds in an unholy union of disaster. The saliva instantly caked when it meshed with the tea dust. She breathed and much of the dusting coated her throat as it was carried down towards her lungs. Coughing and sputtering, Twilight spit the chunk of doughnut into the trash and quickly got a drink. A film enveloped her tongue and no amount of water would wash it away. The earthy, moldy flavor nearly gagged her and she quickly tossed the remainder of the pastry into the trash.
“What is wrong with everyone? Yuck!” Twilight commented to herself as she brought the raspberry cream cake out in an attempt to extinguish the bitter, disgusting taste still clinging to her taste buds. She could barely taste the cake, her favorite treat from Sugarcube Corner, over the despicable, algae-like matcha. No longer hungry, or more likely turned off from eating, she decided to continue her studies.
Returning to her reading, Twilight smacked her lips absently; the taste of the dessert floated in her mouth like detritus in a stagnant pond. It was unsettlingly bad, like molded quinoa ground into a fine dust and then rolled in a herd of dustbunnies. For a time, Twilight was able to ignore the distraction but the words of her book became distant or dyslexically difficult to read with the persistence of the fetid flavor. Still she struggled to read the thick volume.
In the 4th age, Canterlotian civilization SUBMIT completely on…
Twilight rubbed her eyes and read the last passage again.
In the 4th age, Caterlotian civilization subsisted completely on...
She needed a drink. Maybe that would cleanse her palate and alleviate the pestering nuisance so she could buckle down and finish her studies. A bottle of hard cider was tucked away in a cabinet far from Spike’s reach. Magically pulling it down from the dark hiding spot in the cupboard, Twilight poured half a cup, paused, and filled the rest to the brim before replacing the bottle. It wasn’t often she indulged herself in the company of alcohol but today had been weird. Spike was away, and the strong liquor would act as a flame to raze the earthy dregs from her mouth; she could indulge today.
Gulping unladylike, Twilight finished half the glass immediately. Her mouth filled with the sweetness of the apple juice and then scorched from the powerful alcohol. Her throat burned as it slid down into her stomach, enveloping in a warm, cozy heat. The taste of alcohol was never her favorite and she typically mixed her drinks to cut back on the savage bite all distilled beverages were accompanied with, but, this time, it was just what she needed. The foul taste of soot, mold, and dust were vanquished.
Twilight paused for a only a moment as she returned to her reading couch to look at the remains of the crueller in the trash. She caught herself staring at it, how it looked as if the matcha had turned a darker green and thickened, growing on the delicate ribs of the pastry. Why, it looked better now than it had at Sugarcube Corner.
Sipping the drink occasionally, Twilight plowed through pages like a moose through a chandelier. She closed the book with a happy sigh that started deep within her body. Satisfaction was unlike any other emotion and she couldn’t help but smile to herself at another job well done. She levitated the next book in the stack, blew some dust from the cover, and read the title.
Delicious! Have some more! A Nighttime Snack!
Her eyes must have played a trick on her and she read it again.
Delinquency of the Mare: A study of Nightmare Moon.
Twilight looked at the title perplexed. The words seemed to shimmer like a holographic card, an amalgam of both titles. She had finished her drink absently and could feel the heat radiating from her stomach. A warm blush filled her cheeks. Maybe she had overdone it on the liquor. Now she was seeing double. It was with sudden disagreement that she perceived the slightest creeping notes of dirt and ashe at the back of her mouth, as if crawling up from her stomach.
“Come on, really?” Twilight stated to herself in frustration. She took her glass back into the kitchen and hurriedly went about filling it again. She wouldn’t be studying anymore tonight. Briefly she questioned the freshness of the dessert if it had such a surviving foulness. She slammed the drink back ungracefully and swallowed hard in thick, heavy gulps. A stream of the liquor poured down her chin and ran along the curve of her chest before dotting the tiles below.
She exhaled the fire from her stomach and took great enjoyment from the consuming alcohol flavor.
As short-lived as it was.
As if in rebellion, the crueller flavor overpowered the liquor. It felt like a coat of wax had engulfed her tongue. Twilight began to feel nervous. Was she food poisoned? She didn’t feel sick but her sense of taste couldn’t really be that off could it?
Deciding to check something, she crossed the living room to the restroom. The lights buzzed almost imperceptibly as she flipped the light switch, a safe background hum. Twilight stood before the mirror and turned her head back and forth as she gazed upon herself. Her eyes were bloodshot, probably from the hard apple cider, and she looked stressed. An unamused sound escaped her. Even if it were just her, there were standards she meant to keep. She smacked her lips from the relentless taste and opened her mouth wide. She stuck her tongue out as far as it would go. It was a vibrant, moldy green. Streaking from the turn of her throat, tendrils of color bent and turned like veins across her tongue, the roof of her mouth, and the inside of her cheeks.
She wanted to shriek as dread peppered her thoughts. Was this a disease? Was she sick? She felt fine but this wasn’t just food coloring altering the pigmentation of her mouth; this was something else.
It’s fine. Nothing to worry about.
The thought felt alien and yet undeniably hers. Maybe she was right, just overreacting because of how strange, and delicious, the flavor of the crueller was. Her stomach rumbled angrily and a wave of nausea broke over her like a tidal wave. The room spun and her vision doubled.
It’s just the liquor. You drank too much.
The words were like honey, sticky and running like a fever dream. She parroted them aloud, “Just drank too much… that’s it.” She felt removed from herself, distant and hollow.
Need to settle my stomach. Eat something.
It was as if she just appeared before the box from Sugarcube Corner. Twilight couldn’t recall leaving the restroom or the walk through the living room; she was just here in an instant. Surely she hadn’t drank…
You’ve drank too much. Eat.
Twilight stared stupidly into the box of her remaining confections; neither the lemon bar nor the vanilla cupcake seemed as appetizing as before.They didn’t satisfy the need growing in her. Her eyes kept turning to the trash can. She would recall them back momentarily only to find herself staring at the trash again. Her stomach rolled like thunder in protest. The disgusting flavor holding her mouth hostage had ceased to taste so awful. It had a playful, refreshing body to it. She needed more.
Delicious. It was delicious.
Twilight shook her head, clearing her mind from the pervasive thoughts. Something was wrong. She could feel it in her bones, a deep revulsion, a small panic light flickering somewhere in the clogged mechanism of her mind. Her thoughts came slower as if they were strained through a sieve and wrapped in cheesecloth. All the while, her clearest thoughts didn’t seem her own.
“What’s happening? This isn’t right. I… something’s wrong. I need to get help.” Tearing her eyes away from the crueller laying in a nest of refuse, Twilight ran for the door. She needed to get … something. Help. She needed to get help!
It’s okay. Just the liquor. It makes you feel weird. All wobbly. Like when you swim all day and get back on land. You just need to rest. And eat.
Twilight was at the door to the library. She had been at least. She felt something in her mouth being switched from side to side, macerating under her teeth. It tasted so good. She found herself back in the kitchen looking down into the trash. The crueller floated in purple telekinesis inches from her mouth; another large bite had been taken from it. The green dust now looked like algae in a swamp. It may have been moving.
Panic shot through her like a bullet and she spit a wet, olive-green pile out. Tossing the crueller atop the sloppy mess, she bolted for the door once more. Her throat burned in waving lines that led down into the pit of her stomach. Her jaws ached and her tongue felt numb from pain.
“NO!” she shouted, adrenaline coursing her veins and clearing the muddle from her mind. Flinging the door open, Twilight found herself in the familiar but unfamiliar streets on Ponyville. She knew every street by name but, for some reason, couldn’t recall where the hospital was. She kept repeating the word doctor to herself, a kind of chant to keep the mudslide swallowing her thoughts from burying her purpose.
“Doctor… need a doctor.” Twilight stumbled into the street and focused with all of her energy to remember where the hospital was.
Just too much liquor. Go home. Eat. Consume. Delicious! Delicious!
Following her hooves, Twilight fought through the strangely unknown streets. She was confident she was going where she needed to be. Something fell from her mouth, a wad of green, wiggling mass. She didn’t know what it was and didn’t care. Doctor. She needed a doctor. She saw ponies she recognized but their names were lost in haze. They smiled at her, parts of their bodies sported long, hairy green growths. That was fine.
Darkness swept her occasionally and she would see flashes of recognizable locations. She was close to what she needed. More ponies. Green vines like veins.
Delicious! Delicious!
Twilight was waiting patiently in line. All around her were her friends and neighbors. Some were more plant than pony but that was fine. It’s what they needed, what she needed. Her hooves had spots of mold growing on them, spreading like swatches of infection up her forelegs and that was good. The delicious flavor rolled in her mouth and she spit another wad of brackish green algae to the ground. It was her. Just as much as she was. All her friends were her too and she smiled at the thought. It was great to be everypony.
Finally, Twilight’s turn at Sugarcube Corner had come and she didn’t need to tell the Pinkie-her what she wanted. They had the same thoughts. She wanted more of the seedpod crueller. How could she grow big and strong if she didn’t eat enough to reproduce.
“They are delicious, Twilight,” the mold-laced Pinkie-her said.
“Delicious! Delicious!” Twilight agreed.
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Thanks for reading. I'm very happy you've read so much of my stuff.
Pinkie is best pony. Even when it's Pinkie-her.
Very disturbing, especially when Twilight realizes she messed up. Reminds me of that fungus that zombifies ants.
Lucky Twilight gets to read titles like this.
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Thanks, sir. I may have added the title of that book because I know a guy who would have appreciated it.
Also, just pointing out something stupid. There's a movie called "Zombie Hunter Rika". It's a Japanese zombie movie. At one point a zombie is eating a guy and he keeps saying "Delicious! Delicious!" So it's become an inside joke. I was glad to use it as a title.
... Meh. The Last of Us did it better, and made more sense.
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The Last of Us is also a glorified movie sold as a $60 game, whereas this story is free and doesn't require me to own a PlayStation to read it. What a crappy comparison.
This was very good, by the way! I feel it would have placed well had you reached the deadline, but them's the breaks and it happened to me too. Good job!
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Lol. Obliterated. I now have no need to respond. I mean, I'd like to point out that Last of us also had 3 years of development and a professional writer. I wrote this in 4 hours. But, it's his opinion. Everyone has one.
Thanks for the encouragement. I'm happy you enjoyed it.
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I'm not saying it's a horrible story, or badly written. But it's so painfully obvious, even if it wasn't on purpose, what the inspiration was. And it's real world counterpart.
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I guess, man. Never played The Last of Us. Haven't owned a Sony system since the ps2. I looked it up after your comment so I could get some incite on it. It's your opinion but it's also wrong. But, you know, I get it. You get passionate about something you like and think someone is ripping it off. I respect that.
I was part of a contest once where the winner fully admitted to stealing his story from a famous classical piece of literature. Didn't even rename it other than to add "pony" to it. Thought that was really crappy.
10198995
How can Pinkie-me be best when
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10199887
Pinkie-her is best vessel for the all-consuming fiber. It likes the floofiness of her mane. Replication is impossible.
I shouldn't have read this before eating.
10200255
If you begin having thoughts that are not your own, it's too late to seek help.
Creepy and gross, was pretty cool
10202077
Thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading.
While it is incredibly obvious from the start what is going to happen, I wouldn't call it necessarily a bad thing.
The dread just continues to creep in, and the descriptions are disturbingly putrid and repulsive. Furthermore, Twilight's loss of control was really well presented. This is a good little horror story which takes advantage of its interesting ideas. Really good job.
10205003
Thanks a lot. I usually have twist endings but recently I've just been writing what comes to mind. I didn't have a good twist for this story so I decided not to include one. This was a sortie into body horror. Twilight knows something is going on but it's simply too late to do anything about it. It's tame for body horror but it was quick and fun to write. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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The funniest thing is how he thinks the story in Last of Us is actually original, and not part of a decades-old trope dating back to The Last Man on Earth back in 1964.
Ah yes, I remember this episode of SpongeBob. 😂
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10271486
Which one?
10530338
Thank you so much. You are awesome.
something tells me you're not a fan of matcha
Soylent Green is ponyPony is Soylent Green!!
Prelude to Neighponese invasion of Equestria <:B
10621225
lol.
Glad you caught that little detail. I thought it was clever.
Just thought I'd say, since so many are saying they knew what would happen in the comments, that I didn't see that coming! Personally, I've not read a story where it utilizes plant horror (usually, it's parasites or disease)- I was happily surprised by the ending, and I found the whole story unique and creative (and creepy, too). Well done!
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Thanks! I'm happy you enjoyed it.
I wanted to write something body horror but not go into deep gore or death. I just wanted to show a descent into losing control of your own body and mind and the terror of that realization. Sort of like mental illness, but with a physical element. There's no twist at the end of this one. it's just a short, simple, story of losing one's self to external forces and the powerlessness of that metamorphosis. It's become my favorite story that I've written and I just went at it blindly in an attempt to get it finished for a contest. unfortunately, I was called into work and missed the deadline. I think it could have done well.
I watched a review of a video game a long time ago and I don't recall the name of it. It was an old fantasy game like Baldur's Gate and there was a section where miners had come across a kind of infectious plantlife that would kill the host with poisonous spores and then inhabit the body. In "Mutant Epoch" there's a kind of vine that does this as well. Anyway, I wanted to reduce it down to an intelligent hive-mind plant that reproduced through the same means except it didn't kill its victims, just erased who they were and used their living bodies as a kind of fertilizer.
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You certainly achieved the feeling of powerlessly losing control, I can see why this one is your favorite! Being totally honest, I don't get actually creeped out by many stories anymore, but this one did it. The way you described how Twilight knew something was wrong, but couldn't stop it, was extremely well done. Being in the twilight zone (hah) of giving in, but still knowing it's doom, really adds to it in my opinion- I'd imagine she felt betrayed by her own body.
I'm sorry you didn't get the chance to finish it in time for the competition, I agree it would've done well! And again, I really like that the culprit was a plant; that, and the connectedness was a good touch! Individual ones would still be scary, but a hive that works together is much worse, and much more effective. So all in all (and once again), well done, I really did enjoy it!
Well crap. Didn't think that I'd get to see the origins of the Evergrowth. Ponykind is dead, now all we need to do to complete it is to have the Titan Aggramar land on the planet, imbue life into Grond, and order it to kick the Evergrowths' ass.
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sips matcha bubble tea I dunno what Twilight ate, but it sure wasn't the goodness of matcha, lol.
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Thanks for the comment. I, myself, love matcha as well. Twilight's a weirdo.
Pretty cool stuff, a lot more interesting than the standard guts-and-gore fare in a lot of the darker stories, on this site and elsewhere. And the thought of losing control of one's own mind is a lot more dread-inspiring, too, especially when you're helplessly aware of it
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Thanks for reading and commenting! I'm happy you have read and enjoyed another one of my fics.
I really like body horror but have also been on a psychological horror kick lately. This is a blending of both. Twi is unable to stop the matcha-monster from infecting and controlling her body but it's a process. She gets to experience the decay of her self and brainwashing into just another matcha-mare while being acutely aware that it is happening.
So the thing about horror is that it's not all blood and guts. Don't get me wrong, it has a place and a function, but it is overdone. There's plenty of other aspects and this story was just one of them.
What gets me about this is it's probably my favorite short story that I have written and I went into it with only the idea of "A plant is going to take Twilight's body over" and nothing else. No prep, no plan, just a thought.
Is very much like The Stuff. Are you eating it, or is it eating you?
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I Love you for knowing that. I have a Stuff poster in my living room. Chocolate Chip Charlie was the man.
I loved this story! Especially how we get a brief look of how this plant stuff just breaks the mind and body to decay in a hive mind like status. Ngl I had made a variation of zombies in a fantasy game I’m running and this story really has given me ideas for how these undead I made work. Basically just plants that take over the dying or corpses in a desert. Thank you again for the great story! :>
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Glad you liked it. I how your game went well.
Delicious indeed... *giggles*
"Go Tell Aunt Rhody" start playing around Ponyville
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try saying that 10 times fast
Read this while listening to Scribbler's reading of it. It really hits differently when you combine the two together. You really creeped me out with this story. Now I'm gonna think twice before I eat any pasteries.
Great job man!
https://youtu.be/ueGNB8iJMRo
11694090
Very happy you enjoyed it. This is probably my favorite story I've written.
Nurgle from Warhammer vibes
Couple of nice similes there, and a matcha crueller sounds delish for realsie.
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Gotta watch Rika again, that reference slipped past me.
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Glad you know about Zombie Gunter Rika and I'm happy you enjoyed the story. I totally would eat a matcha crueller.