Man. I'm a lazy bum who doesn't wanna read all 12k words of the actual fic this thing's supposed to be based on, so it's skimming ti--
A loud buzzer blared overhead. Milky Smooth took her hoof off the button. "You really should keep stuff like that to yourself, y'know that, right? Also, for the last time, it's Butter Kni--"
Poke-Your-Eyes-Out was ejected from the ship's airlock... and right onto the top of an airplane passing underneath.
But wait, weren't they just on a world filled with water and carnivore thingies that taste oddly like beef? (Don't tell Fluttershy that I took some of her jerky.)
...Why do I smell nuts?
Butter Knife groaned, phasing herself through the fuselage of the aircraft and landing face-first in Rainbow Dash's lap. Because we gotta make the plot go somewhere, and that's Rainbow Dash's. If you get what I mean ( ͡• ͜ʖ ͡• )
"Wh-hey!" Rainbow Dash smacked the ancient and all-powerful mare hard enough to send her careening into a nearby empty seat, conveniently ricocheting in just the right ways to buckle her up in the seat. I mean, it isn't that crazy for such a thing to happen... have you seen how much flying the Wonderbolts do? They've got to be pretty strong, right?
So anyway, Rainbow Dash was really annoyed now because firstly, she was on a freakin' airplane, and secondly, she just went through this whole PTSD-flashback thingy brought on by the mere fact that she was sitting onboard a plane. Man, birds are annoying, y'know?
Hold on a moment, actually. I hear someone knocking on the do-oh my, speaking of birds, it's our friend the fried chicken dealer! Have you got this week's delivery, good sir?
"You're late on payment. Again. You know what that means, right?"
"Alright, listen up, buckethead," Shiny the Shankhog reached a hoof through the fourth wall, into my dimension, and into yet another fourth wall to pull the (totally-not-real) fried chicken dealer into the airplane with her. "You will shut up and let the story keep going. I don't care if you're related to the Colonel, or if you're actually dashingly attractive, or if you're ready to sacrifice me to the dark gods. Just shut. Up."
"Praise Butter Knife."
"That's better." Butter Knife buckled up the quaking fried chicken dealer in the seat beside her. "So, uh, Rainbow Dash. What's up with the whole PTSD thing? Asking because I'm pretty sure I just got dropped on my head out of a spaceship onto a moving airplane."
Rainbow Dash raised a brow. "I... don't think that's a reason to ask."
It was at this moment that the author realized that he isn't 100% sure if he's writing Rainbow Dash correctly 'cause holy heck has it been a while since he wrote her.
So anyway, it's been like, a full day now since the author started writing this chapter, and he's been doin' homework for the past four hours or so and decided that he'd rather not continue writing this chapter at the moment.
"Tsk tsk. Lazy." Clink Clank scolded. "If you wish to post this chapter early, then so be it. At least it saves me some pain for the time being."
"Who are you talking to?" Rainbow Dash raised a brow.
"Nonya."