A Great and Powerful Meltdown

"That is IT!" screeched Trixie as she flung a hoof accusingly at nopony in particular. "The GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie has had enough!"

"What's she up to?" whispered Rarity with the most ladylike subtlty she could muster at 9 o'clock in the morning.

Starlight Glimmer shrugged and sipped her coffee. "No clue. Probably best we just let her get it out of her system, though."

"The world's too much, I can't take it," Trixie moaned, awkwardly struggling into a piece of clothing that Starlight strongly suspected didn't belong to her, if the royal insignia and crescent moon were any indication. "TRIXIE is GOING INTO this hoodie, and she is NOT COMING OUT until the world makes sense again."

With that, she flung the hood over her head, flumped face-first over the castle's table, and buried her muzzle into her cloth-clad hooves.

Many nothings happened at once. Rarity subtly pulled out a pad of paper and started to jot down notes (though Starlight wasn't quite sure if she was taking notes on the hoodie's design or on the magnificent display of abrupt dramatic announcements.) Starlight, on her part, decided she was probably going to need more caffeine to deal with the day and set about refilling her mug with fresh bean juice. Twilight Sparkle walked into the room, took one look at Trixie and the surrounding lack of reaction, and teleported out again.

Ten minutes later, when Starlight's third pot of coffee merrily burbled and brewed, and Rarity (notes safely stowed away) had firmly buried her nose in the gossip column of the daily paper, Twilight returned. She wasn't alone.

"Ah, it is true then. You have found the thief of our 'Equestria Is Done For And The Moon Felt Like Prime Real Estate In Comparison' hooded jacket." Luna marched up to the lump of fabric that housed Trixie's resigned domain. "It is over, thief. We are taking back what is ours." The princess of the night's horn lit up. An aura of starflecked magic surrounded both Trixie and the hoodie, cradling both for a moment before giving the hood and sleeves a firm yank. Out popped one frazzled and static-charged unicorn.

Trixie stared up at Luna, and ancient eyes met young ones. They searched each other's souls, from ancient depths of wisdom to the sleep-deprived twitches of ambitious youth, and seemed to reach some sort of silent understanding. With a soft plop, the hoodie dropped on top of Trixie's head. She slumped back down to her previous position, not even bothering to put it back on.

"We will stay here," announced Luna. "We suspect our council is needed, and frankly, it's this or we try to sleep while the sister-forsaken tours of the Canterlot Castle march past our room with careless chatter."

She reached for the coffee pot, and Starlight growled for a second before the thought occurred to her that growling at a sleep-deprived alicorn was probably not a good idea.

Luna took it with about as much grace as she took everything. "We have a feeling that you'll be making more anyway, Starlight Glimmer. Rarity!" The newspaper rustled in response. "We humbly request your sewing expertise! Can you make a few more of these articles of clothing? We suspect that Trixie isn't the only one who will desire one." A noncommittal ear-flick answered her. "Excellent."

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And thus, the hoodie was made mainstream in Equestria, for ponies to own and their marefriends and coltfriends to borrow when they "weren't looking". The moral of this story, if a moral can be ascribed, is that stealing is wrong, but coffee makes things slightly more right, and never trust Twilight not to tattle on you to Princess Luna.

Comments

[Snow Quill]

I wish I could like a blog post cause this is awesome Silent. Hoodies for all!

[TheLegendaryBillCipher]

So was "Equestria Is Done For And The Moon Felt Like Prime Real Estate In Comparison' hooded jacket" scribbled onto the back or is it just what Luna calls it? Either way, this was delightful. Nicely done.

For the Gravity Falls fans: Trixie's not here right now, she's in Hoodie Town.

[FanOfMostEverything]

"TRIXIE is GOING INTO this hoodie, and she is NOT COMING OUT until the world makes sense again."

Enormous 2020 mood.

Seriously, I feel like Trixie is channeling all of us right now. Plus, I can't help but imagine her in her human counterpart's outfit, which is always a delightful mental image.

[niBBoi]

A noncommittal ear-flick answered her.

That's actually an interesting kind of body language since their ponies and whatnot.

Also...

"Ah, it is true then. You have found the thief of our 'Equestria Is Done For And The Moon Felt Like Prime Real Estate In Comparison' hooded jacket."

Fricking hilarious!