//------------------------------// // I'm Definitely Not Still Writing These Sometimes // Story: SUPER SIRENS!! // by Eyeswirl the Weirded //------------------------------// "Ow!!" Raising a hand to address the side of her face Sonata had slapped, Sunset looked at her in hurt and confusion. "What was that for?!" Sonata beamed. "'Cuz I hate you, stupid-face! Get bent!" And then she skipped merrily away, humming a cheery tune as Sunset looked on, dumbstruck. --- "Ouch!" Drawing a hand to her stinging cheek, Rarity blinked twice. "I, h-have I offended you, Darling? I told you I'd have been happy to make one of those colorful outfits for you as well, but the script said-" "Yea," Sonata answered with a giggle, "I totally care about not getting to wear one of those tight, shiny, suits, but I wouldn't have slapped you anyway! You suck and I don't like you!" "...What?" "Never seeya again, hello!" And away she went. --- Sonata had her doubts about Fluttershy, but she could not overlook sacred tradition. Smack! "EEK," the latest victim squeaked, collapsing to the floor. Sonata definitely didn't feel guilty about this already, but Fluttershy looked up at her, one hand drawn to her flushed face. "H...harder!" "Haha... What?" "Harder," Fluttershy breathed huskily as she leapt up, a shaky smile on her face as she latched onto Sonata's shoulders with both hands, "hit me again, please!" It was a good thing Sonata wasn't super uncomfortable right now, but she very delicately slapped Fluttershy again anyway. Fluttershy blinked. "Huh...? I said harder, please." Sonata slapped her again, slower and weaker than before. "Harder!! That means with more force!" "Okay, okay!" Sonata made kittens look fierce and brutal with her next slap. Maybe it was still too hard somehow, because Fluttershy started tearing up as she sank to the floor. "Oh, I see, I'm just not worth slapping," she sniffled, hugging her knees to her chest, "sorry to have bothered you." Looking down at her, Sonata awkwardly brushed the back of her neck. "Yea... Um... So, anyway, I hope you get run over. You really suck? Have a bad day." As she left, she didn't see the placated look on Fluttershy's face as she contented herself with the verbal abuse. --- "Your hair smells like a dead squirrel throwing up, Aria!" Laying on the couch with a magazine, Aria looked up just enough to ensure that her raised eyebrow wouldn't go to waste. "You've been sniffing my hair again?" "No! I mean yes! And it reeks! You should definitely switch to a new shampoo!" "...What?" Sonata beamed. "You're just below average intelligence and sorta ugly, but I'm sure you'd make a great leader!" At this, Aria scowled, an angry blush working its way across her face as she shouted. "Dagi, she's doing it again!!" Wearing an apron (over her normal clothes, you pervert!) and a welding mask, Adagio popped in from the kitchen. "Doing what?" Aria sounded earnestly confused. "She's... being Sonata. What else?" Even through the welding mask, Adagio managed a deadpan stare. "Yes, that function comes factory standard." Sonata giggled. "Worry a lot, Dagi, it's just-" she winked, "-not opposite day and I'm totally-" and again, "-not celebrating it." She had to lift the mask to show her raised eyebrow. "Opposite day? The 'holiday' in which everything is reversed?" "Nope!" "There's no such thing, Sonata." "Hehe! I know there's no-" "No, listen: If the idea is that everything is backwards, everything 'opposite,' then wouldn't opposite day be the opposite of itself?" The room went quiet. Sonata continued to smile, but her open mouth did not move and made no sound as her eyes, wide and unblinking, began to burn. Smoke leaked from her ears as she tried to digest this information, which had her fall over, curl up into a ball, and break down into inane gibbering as her world ceased to make sense. Walking over for a better look, Aria chuckled before turning to Adagio. "Nice. Were you just punking her?" Unamused, Adagio lowered her mask again. "No." And back she went to the kitchen to make brownies. Watching her go, Aria shrugged. Looking back at Sonata and her ongoing breakdown, she smiled, pulled out her phone, and pressed Record.