It was a Saturday evening, and Rarity was working on her latest line to send to her boutique in Canterlot when she heard a shout from upstairs, startling her.
“OH, COME ON!!!!!”
“Sweetie Belle! Stop shouting!” Rarity yelled upstairs.
Unbeknownst to Rarity, Sweetie Belle had shouted because the Minecraft server she was on with her fellow Crusaders, had a troll. A troll going by the name of ‘PrincessLunaIsBestPrincess’. Sweetie knew it was the Princess of the Night, since she was known to be a massive gamer, and a massive troll. She sighed in defeat, knowing she’d have to go back, get her supplies, and go try and build her clubhouse elsewhere. She put her headset back on, just in time to hear Applebloom yelling at her own screen at Luna. And the Scootaloo began screaming at Luna as well.
“Come on guys, let’s just go build our clubhouse somewhere else,” said Sweetie Belle.
“And how do y’all plan on goin’ where the Princess can’t find ya?” asked Applebloom.
“Why, I’ll kill her myself,” replied Sweetie.
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Rarity had just gotten finished and was cutting the fabric for the next dress when the screams of, “Die, Luna, DIE!!!!” scared her so much, she ended up cutting the fabric in half. She went to yell for her younger sister to quiet down when she was interrupted by another round of shouts.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I’LL GET YOU PRINCESS, EVEN IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DO!”
Rarity walked upstairs to see the filly sitting at her computer, in complete darkness, yelling at the computer and into her headset. Because of the yelling she didn’t notice Rarity walking up behind her until she ripped the headset off of Sweetie, turned off the computer, and said, “Go to bed!”
As Sweetie Belle drifted off to sleep, she drifted into a dream with a familiar setting. She sat in the CMC clubhouse, and standing at the podium, grinning smugly, wearing a blue headset, was her gaming nemesis, Princess Luna.
“Hello, Sweetie Belle,” said the Princess, casually.
Sweetie Belle, on the other hand was in a mood that was anything but casual. She stomped up to the alicorn, and began speaking in pleasant tone that was extremely forced.
“Boy did you make a mistake messing with me.”
With this, she shook herself awake, creeped past Rarity’s bedroom as not to wake her, slipped into the computer room, put on the headset, turned on the computer and whispered into her headset,
“Applebloom? Scootaloo? Either of you there?”
“They’ve both gone to bed, along with everypony else, except the pony running the server,” said Luna, much to Sweetie Belle’s shock.
“You hacked into my headset?!” cried Sweetie Belle.
“Of course,” replied Luna. “If I’m going to go through the trouble of being the ultimate troll to a particular pony or group of ponies, I make sure to do it professionally.”
This only fueled Sweetie’s rage, which Luna seemed to notice as she chuckled into the headset.
“Meet me in the survival world when you are ready,” said Luna.
An hour later and Sweetie decided she was ready. Luna had been quiet during the hour, but when Sweetie Belle announced she was ready, Luna sighed and said,
“Finally. If it weren’t for the fact that if somepony leaves the server, there’s a message stating that they’ve left, I’d have thought you’d left.”
Sweetie Belle growled but was filled with determination. She had found enough diamonds to make a chestplate and sword, and used iron to make the rest of her armor and backup swords. When she spawned in, she immediately wished she had spent more time getting supplies.
“WHAT!?!?” yelled Sweetie, before remembering that her sister was asleep. As she leaned back to see if she woke her sister, Luna said into the mic,
“I see you noticed my complete set of diamond armor. And don’t worry about Rarity. She’s having a fashion dream. It’s impossible to get her to wake up from one of those.”
Sweetie Belle sighed and readied herself for battle when all of a sudden,
“BONZAI!!!!” yelled Luna. The sound of explosions filled Sweetie’s ears. She was about to scream when she remembered Rarity was down the hall sleeping. Sweetie took a deep breath and calmed herself.
“You know what, Princess?” said Sweetie Belle.
Luna calmed her laughing. “Yeah?”
“I challenge you… to a game of…. CHESS!”
Luna snorted, “Yeah, not a good idea.”
“And why is that?” Sweetie Belle countered.
“Because I spent 600 years playing chess against myself.”
Sweetie was confused. “600 years? Against yourself?”
Luna sighed, “Long story, don’t ask.”
But Sweetie Belle was adamant, “I still challenge you.”
Luna laughed. “Okay. Suit yourself.”
Sweetie Belle disappeared from the desk in a flash of blue light, much to Rarity’s surprise. Upon witnessing her little sister disappear, Rarity turned around and walked back into her room, muttering about no longer eating cookie dough before bed.