COMEDY
It was clear something drastic had happened inside of Comedy Pinkie's chapter. The entire town around her had gone deathly silent; not even a faint clopstep from outside.
The large mountain in the distance—what was once a rich emerald green—had been stained a bright pink.
Toffee had coated that mountain. Sticky. Tough. Angry and growing. Now it was coming this way.
Random Pinkie grabbed hold of Comedy’s shoulder. “What is that?”
Comedy sighed glumly. “The town’s been evacuated; for good reason. Earlier this morning, I’d sent Cheese Sandwich a gift—a box of toffee that would burst all over the place! I asked Twilight for help, but she’d refused. So I ended up stealing some of her potions. It was just supposed to be a prank! A harmless little prank!”
Comedy’s shoulders slumped. “It was like there was a voice inside my head… telling me what to do…”
“The author's,” Random muttered. “So now he's trying to kill us with toffee? I wonder what happened to—”
“I’ve got you now! You pesky little mares!”
Horror Pinkie shuffled out from the closet, dragging Thriller Pinkie behind her, slightly injured, but alive.
Horror Pinkie asked Comedy. “Any last words?”
“What’s in the box?”
Comedy kicked the unopened package sent from Cheese Sandwich into her chest. Once it hit, it ripped open, showering the villainous mare with hundreds upon hundreds of thick banana crème pies. So forceful was the onslaught, that eventually Horror Pinkie was shoved through the doorway and out into the hall.
The last they saw of her was when she tumbled down the half-written stairs, disappearing into nothingness once she’d crossed the sixth step.
Even Random had to admit that'd been random as heck.