Late Night Snack
Sunset Shimmer felt some discomfort at her stomach. It was 2A.M, and she was up very late writing to Twilight about her adventures of the day.
They had a test that day at school that nobody studied for. Being the new Sunset Shimmer, she thought it would be good to share the answers with her classmates during the test. And being the thoughtful girl that she was, she passed her answers around in class once she was done - a good half an hour before the rest. The teacher had other ideas, however, on what kindness meant in this situation.
"And I still dont know how I got detention for 3 days..." She wrote.
In an alternate universe of colourful ponies set in a medieval age requiring no further progress due to the presence of magic, a double-toned purple Alicorn with a pink stripe on her hair took her heavy hoof, cringed really hard and slapped her face. How hard was it? Ask Spike, he'd say an earthquake struck the treehouse for half a second. She would need to treat her face for a few days afterwards.
She then heard some grumbling from the same area of minor discomfort, the acids in her stomach telling her to fill her empty tank with whatever leftover food she could scrape. Knocking herself out of laziness, she put down her diary, along with the pillow she used under it, and got up in her purple pajamas. She walked towards her open door, glad it was that there would be no more delaying her late foodfest, and headed into the kitchen to take a look at the menu they so affectionately called "the fridge".
"Oh, why did it have to be this late?" Shimmer groaned to herself. She opened the fridge and scanned for any food that required little to no preparation. Finding cold triple-cheese pizza, she took a plate, placed the cold slice of processed food on the plate, and turned on the microwave. She set the timer to 2 minutes, wanting the pizza extra hot and cheese extra melted.
However, she got worried that the sounds would wake the two other members of the house up, but shrugged it off after a good ten seconds of holding the pizza plate in mid-air waist level. "Eh, they're probably asleep now." She decided, and placed the pizza in the microwave.
Little did she know, Two-Tone was wide awake. And this mistake would strategically ruin the quiet atmosphere of the sleeping household.
Two-Tone was busy pulling an all-nighter, but not to study. Aside from school, he was the bassist/drummer for the band "Steel". He and his boys just got a record deal from Horsepower Inc., and were, safe to say 85% done with their first album. Why was he still in school? Because unlike other "brainless, egotistical children who disregarded school and called it completely pointless", he wanted to at least be able to do something with his life.
Two-Tone was, as his name suggests, two tones of the same 'color', considering gray is a colour. His hair was a darker shade of said proxy-colour while his skin was a lighter tone. His outfit varied according to what he felt like wearing, but at the hour, he wore something that was definitely overkill for home clothes. He looked rather sharp, his short hair, cut in a basic undercut meant for growing into a ponytail, standing up in a low-fauxhawk style using wax and a bit of gel to smoothen it up.
Of course, this punk-ish style didn't fit his extremely formal outfit, but what he was wearing at the time is a subject greatly underpowered by what he could possibly be doing at that time of night. Well, he was writing music.
He needed to finalize one of his songs for submission, so that the rest of the guys could decide if they would mind releasing it in their first CD. He wrote down the chords G D A C for the guitar, a tempo of 120 bpm - default for his phone's metronome and started playing the same chords on his bass. Being the self-proclaimed master of flair, he scaled for a few parts of the song and made up a little solo and a bass line that involved slapping on the chorus and bridge.
All of this while, oddly, wearing a tuxedo.
Once he finished, he took a break and placed his bass down, happy with what he recorded, but exhausted and tired from recording. He looked at the time: 02:02. He overheard steps coming out from a few doors away, and being the nitwit that he is, plotted a scheme for the Century's loudest scream.
He took a few white cloths from his closet of useless things and wrapped them around his head, making sure his whole face and the skin that was revealed by the tux was covered in white. He could still barely see through the cloth, what with only one layer of white covering his eyes.
He opened the door to his room as slowly and as quietly as possible, and proceeded with the operation to assassinate Donald Trump. He saw Sunset Shimmer waiting for something in the microwave, and crept as quietly as possible towards the kitchen. The area was swathed in darkness, meaning he couldn't see very well.
To him, this only meant Shimmers couldn't see any better.
With a silence that would make him Splinter Cell's and Solid Snake's lovechild, he took a spoon and proceeded to the area behind her back where she would most likely turn to. Once he was in position, he held the spoon up, as if he were a killer who loved seeing his victims scream.
The microwave timer hit zero, and a loud 'ting!' could be heard. "Perfect!" Said Shimmer. She turned around, ready to devour the devil's serving of melted cheese she held in her hands. As she turned around, she exclaimed gleefully, "Come to mommaAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
*cue slow-motion falling triple-melted cheese pizza*
Two-Tone fell on his back laughing his ass off, satisfied that his little operation succeeded.
At that moment, Sunset "Motherbucking" Shimmer knew the reason why she preferred sleeping over at her friends' houses.
*end slow-motion pizza falling*
Until the pizza fell on Two-Tone's tuxedo and scalded him through some otherworldly coincidence. It was his turn to scream in terror as he watched the melted cheese attack his white polo and black blazer with reckless abandon.
"AAAAAARGH MY POLO! MY JACKET! NOOOOOO!" Two-Tone screamed in genuine agony, trying to take off the cheese from his blazer and polo. Sunset, forgetting the fright he just gave her, did as he was doing a few moments before—she fell on the floor and laughed her ass off.
'Maybe staying here with this goofball isn't so bad after all.' Sunset Shimmer happily concluded with the widest grin her face will ever be plastered with.