Yet Another Update Post · 3:31am Jun 5th, 2017
Well, it's been 2 months since the last chapter went up, so I figure I might as well give confirmation that the story is still being worked on. The next chapter is taking a while because I've been busy with a number of things, plus I've had a few difficulties with the chapter itself that's stalling progress a bit. I'm just writing this because I want to reassure you that a new chapter will be coming.
EDIT: I know that's probably not very fulfilling, so I'll add in a preview of the next chapter. Note that this may be rewritten to some extent in the final version:
“And that is why not disposing of bubble gum properly is antithetical to friendship,” said Sunset.
“That’s your friendship lesson for Starlight?” asked Gilda.
“It seems awfully valuable to me,” said Trixie.
“Well, I have to have it be something!” said Sunset. “And I’m running out of them! I already mentioned things like how it’s obnoxious to crash through walls.” There was a pause as Sunset stared at the wall, then shrugged. “Wow, I guess Lightning Dust didn’t crash through the wall when I said that.”
Flim and Flam crashed through the wall with some kind of vehicle. “Whoops,” said Flim. “Sorry about that.”
“You set yourself up for that,” said Gilda.
“I really did, didn’t I?” said Sunset with a sigh. “What are you two doing anyway?”
“Testing out our new invention!” said Flim. “It’s called a car! It works on an engine like a train, so you don’t have to move things around manually like a cart. The breaks need some work, though.”
“Don’t you mean the brakes need work?” asked Trixie.
“Well, those too,” said Flam. “But I was saying that I think we were taking an improper number of breaks when building it.”
“Wait, how could you tell the difference between homonyms when they were spoken out loud?” wondered Gilda.
“Because brakes is spelled B-R-A-K-E-S and breaks is spelled B-R-E-A-K-S,” Trixie said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“That still doesn’t explain it!”
“It’s not my fault you clearly failed spelling class,” said Trixie.
And the insanity begins again, thought Sunset to herself.
“Hello, everypony!” declared an all-too-familiar gray-coated mailmare. “I’ve got a letter for you!” She paused. “I’m sorry, this letter is addressed to somepony else. It’s supposed to be for Sunset, Gilda, Trixie, Flim, Flam, Suri, and Lightning Dust.”
“That’s us!” said Sunset.
“Nuh-uh,” said the mailmare in a disapproving tone. “I only see some of them. It’s addressed to all of those names, so unless all are present, I can’t deliver it.”
Sunset growled. “Well, what are you waiting for? Find Lightning Dust and Suri!”
“Righto!” declared Flim. The two drove their car of the hole they had previously created.
“They didn’t make another hole when exiting?” asked Sunset in disbelief. “Maybe things are looking up for me after all.”
“Incoming!” declared Lightning Dust’s voice as she crashed into the floor, albeit going through the hole that was already created. “Did you need me?”
“I’m grateful for the fact you didn’t crash through the wall this time,” said Sunset.
“Why would I do that?” asked Lightning Dust quizzically. “There’s a perfectly good hole already in the wall. No need to create another.”
Why does that make far more sense than it should? wondered Sunset to herself.
Why do I think at least one of the pillows on Sunsets bed bears an indentation in the shape of her screaming face?