Hello, This is Not a Scammer, I Promise

by BronyWriter


Flurry Heart

It started when the phone rang.

Flurry Heart's eyes fluttered open, and she looked in the direction of the ringing phone. She giggled and took to the air in the direction of the funny noise. She reached the door blocking her access to the phone and lit her horn to become ghost-like, then went through the door to the phone. She picked it up and put it on her head, just like she'd seen Mommy and Daddy do many times.

"Gabah?"

"Yes hello, this is Legit Collector from the Equestrian Revenue Service. I am calling to inform you that you have not paid your income tax."

Flurry tilted her head. "Babada?"

"If you fail to... wait, babada? Are you a baby? As in a literal baby?"

Flurry giggled again and clapped her hooves together.

"I see. I suppose that is just my luck." Legit Collector sighed. "You know, I never really wanted to get into this. It just sort of happened one day. Heh, I guess of all of the ponies I've called, a baby is probably one of the least dangerous."

"Brgrrrr," Flurry replied sagely as she lit her horn and accidentally shot a book through a nearby window at speeds normally reserved for bullets.

"Right right. Anyway, it's not like this is my cutie mark or anything. I think I have a really good cutie mark that's... well, that's not important."

"Stdraba."

"I know I've fallen victim to the Sunk Cost Fallacy, but I'm in too deep! I've spent most of my savings on equipment. At this point I'm just trying to recoup my losses more than actually getting a substantial amount from ponies. It might not be so bad if it weren't for those Flim and Flam ba-- I mean bad ponies, and Twilight Sparkle ruining my computer."

Flurry cooed happily and clapped her hooves again. "Anta Twili!"

"Yeah, Anta Twili. In any case, I don't know if I should stop or not. There are several ponies who would like to find me and, ehe, I wouldn't like it if they found me. I dunno. What do you think?"

"Kfercu," Flurry responded.

"I suppose you hardly know what I'm talking about. Well, thanks for listening anyway. I haven't had anypony that I could just vent to, you know? I think I'm just going to get one score. Just something to recoup my losses, you know? Then I'll try to be better. Maybe something to do with my cutie mark. Those three fillies... grrr... they might have been on to something. In any case... um... stay in school and don't do drugs."

*Click*

Flurry poked at the phone and frowned. Where was the other pony? She stared at the receiver and tried pressing a few random buttons, but nothing happened. After a moment, the door to the room opened up, and Cadance walked in.

"Flurry, what are you doing in here? You're supposed to be down for your nap!" Cadance looked at the book-shaped hole through the nearby window and sighed. "Come on, you little troublemaker," Cadance said, sliding the headset off of Flurry. "Let's get you back to bed."

"Scama!" Flurry replied.