SCIENCE FICTION
Everything surrounding them was grey. Grey and metal. Boring, too.
“A spaceship?” asked Romance Pinkie, knocking on a large piece of silver machinery. “I can think of about ten places that would make a far better first date location.”
Random sat in the ship's Captain’s chair, staring out the bridge's wide window. All of Equestria was below them—thousands and thousands of feet down. This chapter had a simple premise, no doubt. Seven Pinkie Pies on a spaceship? What’s not to like about that?
She turned to the Pinkie Pie they'd found on board, who was currently munching on an apple. “Any aliens on board we should know about?”
Sci-Fi Pinkie chewed as she spoke. “Besides you lot? Nope. Just a normal, fully-functioning spaceship here. We’re testing the effects of bubblegum under high-pressure and—”
The lights in the room dimmed and flashed red. A loud warning sound erupted.
Sci-Fi Pinkie spat out a wad of apple. “Now what could that be?”
“The author!” Random replied. “He knows we’re not supposed to be here!”
“The oxygen levels!” Sci-Fi banged on a nearby monitor. “They’re dropping too fast! We’ll be out of air in seconds!”
Random gritted her teeth. “Not unless we run out of words first.”
“Wha—” Sci-Fi started.
“Every Pinkie keep their traps shut!” Random said, before she began shouting like an idiot. “Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah stupid spaceship blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah I want an apple now blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah—”