//------------------------------// // Why the Flames of Youth Should Never Spread - Angelson1992 // Story: August - 2012 (T.W.G.) // by The Writer's Group //------------------------------// Author: Angelson1992 Prompt: The crossover that never should've happened (Naruto). Title: Why the Flames of Youth Should Never Spread It was a nice, peaceful morning in the library, and Twilight was in a particularly good mood because she had finally finished a difficult alchemy experiment that she had been working on perfecting for nearly a week now. Hours upon hours of blood, sweat, and tears had gone into the brightly shimmering vial that was sitting serenely on her tabletop. To be fair though, the only time blood had been spilt was when she cut herself on a shattered beaker, but that didn’t diminish the sense of accomplishment that currently buoyed her spirit. Add to this the wonderful scent of hash browns and pancakes that her number one assistant was whipping up as a thank you for not completely trashing the library in her research frenzy, and the day almost couldn’t get any better. “Twilight, breakfast is ready,” came a singsong cry from Spike, only adding to her revelry. She nearly hopped from the ground in her enthusiastic joy and made for the door with a skip in her step. She had finished her experiment, it was a beautiful day for an outside reading, and a delicious breakfast awaited her consumption. Yep, nothing could possibly ruin this day. The instant that traitorous thought ran through her mind, the sound of her hooves steps abruptly ceased. Luckily, depending on your point of view, the silence was soon filled with the sound of a hoof loudly impacting its owner’s face. Why, oh why had she just thought that? Who knows what force of evil she just unleashed through the power of dramatic irony? Almost as if to answer the poor mare’s question, the hinges to the front door suddenly found themselves minus said door. Also, aforementioned door seemed to find itself…heading straight for her formula. BUCK! Luckily, a leaping dive and a clever use of telekinesis saved her precious formula. Unluckily, her wall now found itself with a new ornament that was distinctly door shaped. Twilight twisted towards the used-to-be doorway, fully ready to give said intruder a thorough tongue lashing, only to find her tongue tied by the sheer ridiculousness of the sight before her. Pinkie Pie in a latex, neon green, one-piece leotard and sporting a bowl mane-cut and ridiculous fake eyebrows. At lease she hoped they were fake. Pinkie bounced into the library at speeds that would make a physicist weep and took what could only be described as a heroic pose, “Twilight, have you stoked your Flames of Youth today?” she yelled while shining a literally blinding smile. Twilight was quite understandably stunned speechless and in ocular pain. “Ah, I see that you have not,” Pinkie shouted completely obliviously, “Do not worry for I shall assist you my good friend.” Pinkie switched to a new pose, one with a hoof and a winking smile directed towards her. The words entered Twilight’s mind without permission; it was the Nice Guy Pose. Pinkie then bounded out of her door as suddenly as she has entered while muttering something about gathering molten boulders they could juggle, but not before slamming the now mysteriously repaired door shut behind her. Twilight’s abject staring was cut short by the sound of shattering glass behind her. She didn’t even turn around, she already knew. Could today get any worse? The formula then spontaneously combusted. Buck!