The night was so young in fact that it would not arrive for another few hours.
Twilight was sitting on the castle’s kitchen with a grumpy face and a steel forge behind her eyes. Her past babysitter, it would seem, had evolved into an absolute jerk. And for that, her brother hated her, for some reason, and not the aforementioned absolute jerk.
Twilight took a deep breath and sighed. As she let out her breath her anger dropped and her ears went limp. She had screwed up badly and she couldn’t think of any way to fix it.
She needed a drink. Luckily, the castle was in no shortage of booze, and it was quite easy for Twilight to find a 350mL bottle of vodka in some fancy brand she didn’t recognize. There she sat in the kitchen, now devoid of anypony, quietly lamenting her mistakes and sipping on a bottle of liquid stress relief. It was only her second sip and the bottle was already half-empty, and Twilight shrugged, then thought oh well, what the hell, then took a deep gulp.
It was on that gulp that the door opened and Twilight choked on and snorted liquid fire. She envied not her little brother now. “What in Tartarus!?” Upon landing her eyes upon the subject, she lowered her eyelids. “Oh, it’s you. Your highness. How may I help you?”
Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, in all her full glory, scrunched her muzzle at the sight of the lavender unicorn. “I’m just… passing through.” She whipped her head high and said, “Excuse me.”
It was at that moment, that moment when their heads passed each other that Twilight thought of an idea. It was that kind of idea that you could only think of after having 80mL of ethanol running through your veins.
There was a bottle. There was a head. The science is sound.
Vodka flew everywhere, accompanied by a rainbow of shattered glass rendering them unsafe to drink. Twilight felt amazing that her hypothesis was proved that the bottle could indeed break if she swung it hard enough. She let out a triumphant roar.
Until she looked down, that was, and saw that the princess had melted. Her fur was dark black like sprayed with acid and her hooves were full of holes. She screamed and she flailed the remaining bottle around in her telekinetic grip, then she jumped up the kitchen counter as she tried to avoid the vodka that turned out to be deoxyribonucleic acid!
A multitude of ponies came from the door and screamed and fainted. Or maybe that was only one, Twilight couldn’t tell. Most importantly, though, a tall horse the size of Princess Celestia teleported in, and Twilight knew that she was as mighty as Celestia herself, and so she screamed, “I didn’t mean it! I swear! I didn’t know it was acid!”