SLICE OF LIFE
There was only silence in the room.
The eight Pinkie Pies stared at one another, unsure of what to do next. Slice of Life Pinkie had been found seated at her desk, calculator in hoof. Her unopened box had old receipts and spending accounts within. She’d been doing her taxes.
Slice of Life to the author.
Random Pinkie needed time to think.
The next two genres would be THRILLER and TRAGEDY. And if she knew the author as well as she did, she knew they would be in for some trouble.
“What—” Sad asked, before being shushed.
“No talk. Save words,” Random warned.
Would the genres loop back to ‘A’ once finished? she thought to herself. If so, would we be able to get those remaining Pinkie Pies I wasn’t able to get before? But what good would that do if I can’t even get us out of the story?
“Ah! No! Stop!” Mystery Pinkie collapsed to the floor, hooves on her head. “I can hear him! The author! He’s trying to eat up words! Force us into the next chapter!” She gasped. “He’s describing! And it’s terrible!”
The pink Earth pony with the bushy tail and mane continued to wail on the ground as the other Pinkies could only stand and observe. Meanwhile, a speck of dust descended from the ceiling and the floorboards creaked as if awakening from a deep slumber. Outside, the sun—
“Oh, Celestia no!” Random yelled. “Not the weather!”
—spread from building to building like some warm blanket, giving light to each and every citizen within Ponyville. Across the horizon it bloomed; gorgeous burning reds and yellows. Now let’s describe in extreme detail how the sunflowers reacted to the sun’s rays…
Every Pinkie screamed.