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Compendium of Steve


The One Who Writes. Intermittently, Without Fail.

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Just another late night work session for Rarity. Holed up in her workshop, within the comfy confines of Carousel Boutique, nothing of real significance was to happen. At least, she didn't imagine anything would. However, something sinister creeps through the dark, unseen, looking to spread its dire influence. The question is, when will it strike?

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I wasn't expecting the end at all? Yeah, that's something to say about this. Eyup.

Needs moar mouth legs.

she watched as her sister’s eyes split and divided into that of a fly’s, while thick feelers sprouted from the top of her head. The skin around her legs broke away to reveal green chitin, and a pair of iridescent wings sprouted from her back with a sickening pop. Two additional legs burst from the filly’s sides, so that what had once been a sweet filly was now some horrific pony insect abomination.

"Sweetie Belle, that... is the coolest thing I have ever seen! Oh the outfits I could design. Did you just grow wings? How thoughtful now you can take care of those icky roaches personally!" :raritystarry:

"Cut! Cut! Cut!"

"WHO'S THERE" *karate kick to the chin* :raritycry:

"Oh, dear. What a peculiar looking monkey. Help me hide him in the closet, Sweetie. Mommy doesn't want to go to jail again." :duck:

"I guess we aren't getting our cutie marks in monster movies..." :unsuresweetie:

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Bravo on beating me to making a joke ending... one year after the fact :P

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If I find it a year after it's written, I'll comment a year after it's written.

I just like kung-fu Rarity kicking ass and taking names.

6667467
Better late than never, I guess ^o^

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It's called too much Vocaloid, my friend. And lookie there: a trilogy! :D

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