What If...

by TheMajorTechie

Celestia and Luna were secretly robots that ran on cake?

Low power level. A metallic voice echoed through Celestia's bedroom. Critically low fuel supply. Refuel ASAP.

Celestia groaned, yawning as she rose from bed with a mechanical creak.

CAKE. The mare screeched, NEED. CAKE.

She lit her horn, summoning a cake from the royal pantry. Short to say, she scarfed it down with frightening efficiency. With her engine now fueled up and humming along nicely, she set off for the day.

Luna screamed like a madmare as she buried her face in cake.

The end.