Update on Yours Truly · 1:05am Oct 14th, 2015
This is taking a hell of a time to write, and I'll explain in a moment.
Recently, my laptop has had adapter problems, and it's just escalated to the point where my adapter has to be replaced (electrical tape hasn't worked, I assure you). As of now, I still peruse the site using the old media laptop my wife and I have, but as the keyboard on it is missing more than a few keys (like the 't' key, which either doesn't register or double- or even triple-registers when I press down on the space it's supposed to be in), writing and updating is going to be significantly slowed.
I still have opportunities to borrow my wife's adapter and write using my laptop, but those times are few and far between.
Wish me luck in quickly getting my hooves on a new power adapter so I can get back to writing and editing faster!
Warning: The following text is an unfinished recursive fanfiction piece made by a fan with no real-life ties to SFC Ponycron whatsoever and should not be taken seriously. I sincerely apologise for any rises I earn from the SFC Ponycron.
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Chapter 13: When it hits the fan.
“Twilight!” Multiple voices rang out at once.
Almost at once, Spike and the Crusaders broke into a hurried pace towards the collapsed mare, avoiding the confrontation between Shining Armor and the rest of the adults as they formed a square around Sparkle.
“Sweetie Belle!” Rarity cried out. “Get away! You’ll be hurt!”
The four children stared down at the fetal form of Twilight, forming a ring of protection of her own flesh around her unborn foal.
“C’mon, back away a little. Giver her air to breathe!” Scootaloo exclaimed.
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“No way!” Young Blood refused. “You think a punishment from our superior officer’s bad? What about Twilight! She’s the personal student of Princess Celestia! What do you think she’ll do to us once they finds out we let her get hurt?!”
Silver Lining stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes slowly widening to the size of dinner plates in dawning comprehension.
“Oh, shit.”
“Well, buck the rules!” Blood teleported towards the two separate groups, blocking Shining’s path towards the crowd. “I’m doing what’s right!”
Shining Armor gave a harsh, guttural snarl ash his harsh glare flitted from the crumpled mare on the ground to the guard. “Has the crash landing damaged your brain, Blood? It’s not Twilight I’m after, it’s the two-timing hick that got my sister pregnant and hurt!”
“Oh…oh yeah?” Dash retorted. “Well, she wouldn’t have been hurt if you hadn’t started attacking her coltfriend, you moron!”
Even from the moving crowd, Rainbow Dash could see a visible vein on Shining Armor’s head pulsating and bulging as inordinate amounts of blood flowed up from his heart, turning his entire head a shade of violet that reminded her of a beet.
“Gee, and here I thought Rainbow Dash had common sense.”
Rainbow Dash glowered. “Shut up, Spike.”
“What…”Shining Armor choked out. “Did you say?”
“Go!” Blood screamed. “I’ll hold him off!”
A scream rang out in the distance as the medical staff furiously carted Twilight away from the ensuing curb-stomp battle.
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“Applejack,” Macintosh hissed. Both corners of his lips opened and curled into a snarl that flexed his muscular jaw and displayed his teeth, and his ears folded themselves backwards.
Applejack could only nervously gulp and swallow.
“Right now, Twilight is in the hospital and her brother is detained for assault and disrupting the peace, somehow getting into his head the idea that I’m fooling around with his sister behind the back of my wife, who doesn’t even exist. Her parents are worried sick and on the verge of tears, crying over there because nobody knows if my love or the foal’s gonna make it or not and Granny’s the only one who can handle them.”
“Fluttershy’s whimpering in a corner because she thinks she could have stopped him from injuring Twilight and because she could’ve stopped you by telling you she and I wouldn’t have made it together. Pinkie Pie was pacing around, hounding every nurse and doctor in sight to see if Twilight’s gonna make it, and would’ve gotten kicked out too if Rainbow and I hadn’t stopped her. She’s sad because she thinks she could’ve predicted this mess with her Pinkie Sense and stopped it.”
Applejack’s irises shrunk to the size of pinheads, and tiny droplets of sweat coalesced on her head.
“Speaking of which, Rainbow’s flying non-stop around the hospital, checking every single window in the hospital to see if Twilight’s in any one of those beds, desperately hoping that she’ll get a glimpse of her to see whether she’s alright and she won’t even listen to a word we say.”
“Rarity’s the only one keeping it together the best, and she’s the one consoling Spike and the Crusaders. Spike is angry with himself and won’t speak to anypony except Twilight’s parents and Rarity. The Crusaders seems like they’re keeping it, but they’re worried and anxious underneath just like everyone else.”
“Big Mac,” Applejack’s voice croaked. “Please listen…”
“No!” He snapped. “It was supposed to be a simple and happy celebration, with only her parents and not her brother catching up to this, but what do we get?”
“Instead, we got an overprotective, running magical cannon coming in to screw everything up like a swarm of locusts in spring, even when Twilight specifically told Spike not to send it to her brother! We got a situation where Sparkle and our child’s in danger and nobody knows if she’ll be alright! We got a situation where we could have lost what we have because you couldn’t accept this relationship!”
Big Macintosh then slowly leaned in towards his sister, glaring at her dead in the eye. “And I know you’re hiding something from me, so as an older brother and a fellow Apple, I’m going to ask you something very politely.”
When he finally spoke, it was a soft, silken whisper. A soft whisper that unceremoniously pierced the Great Wall of Resistance and Stubbornness Applejack had constructed around herself for years with its sheer strength and passion, conveyed in only four simple words.
“What. Did. You. Do?”