//------------------------------// // 02 - Cup Of Sugar // Story: EQUESTRIA GIRLS: Sunset's Not-Saga // by Soufriere //------------------------------// “I never did go and ask for that cup of sugar,” Sunset said aloud as she sat bolt upright on her couch. She looked down at her magenta tanktop, at her not inconsiderable breasts, then over to Sasha hanging on the coat-rack. “Yeah, best cover up the girls since I’m leaving,” she convinced herself. As Sunset donned her leather jacket, she looked up to the hole in her ceiling and the grey sky above. She made a mental note. “I need to fix that hole so the rain doesn’t get in and keep my mind from wandering.” As she began her short walk down the dark hallway with its ancient carpet, she suddenly found herself face to face with Rarity again looking and sounding rather flat. “Like Oh-me-jee Twilight how could you ask Brad to the mall you know I’ve had a crush on him since like forever how could you do such a thing?” Rarity sputtered. Sunset lifted an eyebrow in moderate confusion. “What?” she asked. “I didn’t ask anyone to the mall. There is no mall within at least a mile of downtown. And, uh, I’m not Twilight. Our colours are literally opposite.” She shook her head, turning to walk away only to find Twilight Sparkle standing right next to her. Sunset started for half a second as her purple friend, also looking extremely flat and blurry, said nothing. For several more seconds, nothing happened. “Twilight?” Rarity and Sunset asked in unison. At that, Twilight slowly rippled out of existence, accompanied only by the sound of an old heating coil attempting to work and failing. Sunset looked to the spot where Twilight had once stood, which did not have so much as a scorch mark, then to Rarity, then back to the spot, then to one of the dim ceiling lights near the ever-broken elevator, then back to Rarity. She was about to contemplate her own breasts for a moment when something crashed through the roof with near-deafening effect and landed on Rarity, the fallen bits of building kicking up a massive dust cloud. Sunset, out of necessity, turned away, closed her eyes, and coughed. “What the hell was that?” she asked no one in particular as she blinked to activate her tear ducts to better deal with the dust. In the space where Rarity had been was a pile of rubble, probably hazardous. In front of that rubble stood Fluttershy, looking just as two-dimensional as everyone else Sunset had seen that day. “I see, said the blind man,” quipped Sunset. When Fluttershy spoke, she had an oddly deep, masculine, posh voice. “It is probably best for the integrity of my skeletal system that I not attempt to fly again,” she (he?) said. “Fluttershy.” asked Sunset flatly. “What is it, Sunset?” Sunset looked at her wrist, which did not have a watch on it but she pretended. “Don’t you have, like, volunteering or dance practice or something?” Fluttershy attempted to look shocked, though her neutral smiling expression did not change. “Oh. The dahnce? I completely forgot.” Sunset shrugged. “It’s okay. I’m pretty sure at this point I’ve forgotten how to breathe.” “I hope Applejack is doing alright on alone…” Fluttershy mused in her monotone. At that, Sunset’s eyes went wide. “No-no. D-don’t mention…!” Before she could finish her thought, a carriage-sized Pink Lady (and Jeff?) apple crashed through the ceiling in the exact same spot Fluttershy had entered, enlarging the hole and utterly flattening the pile of wood under which Rarity probably still lay. This time, the apple was hollow. From its cockpit came a familiar voice. “Appul.”