//------------------------------// // Go Go! Power Ponies! // Story: Go! Power Ponies! // by cuttlefishCuller //------------------------------// Twilight finds it all very, very silly. They should've gone back home after defeating the Mane-iac... or whatever her name was. But instead, she's not in the old castle, but she's standing in a run-down, quite dusty room. When she strains her ears, she can hear ponies yelling. Twilight stands up, her body screams for her to lie back down. She doesn't, sadly enough. Twilight places her front hooves on the cold window and pushes the window open—completely forgetting about the horn that was on the center of her forehead. She looks down at the crowd of ponies by the front door of her (her?) apartment building, her eyes slowly gazing over to the other side of the street. Two police ponies escorting a tied-up pony to a vehicle. She stares. When she turns around and slams her window shut with her magic, her friend (and roommate) runs out of his tiny, tiny room. Hum Drum, er, Spike, begins to slow down to a crawl when he sees her. "Wow," he whispers, his eyes taking in her entire appearance. His claws flexed and closed, but the smile on his face made Twilight's heart slow to a normal speed. At least somepony was happy. "You look just like her!" He said in awe. And then his eyes grew in size, whispering: "Even your cutie mark changed!" "Even my what did what?!" Twilight screeched, and she began to wildly turn around in circles. When she couldn't get in a position to see her cutie mark, she took in a deep breath and teleported over to where a mirror was. When she angled her body, she saw it. On her hindquarters was not her normal cutie mark, one that she loved so much. But something different. It was just a red... and green squiggly line! Not her cute star one! Before she could dive straight into a panic attack, Spike joined her by the mirror. Testing the waters, he said, "It's Trot Summers cutie mark! This is so cool!" "No, Spike, this is not cool!" Twilight shot back, her ears pressing on her head. "I don't know where my friends are, and this isn't my library! I don't even know where the library is! That's horrifying!" "Ok, now I think you're being a bit overdramatic," Spike murmured, rolling his eyes. "Look, it's probably the same thing as my other comic," he said, putting his tiny claws on his even tinier hips. "Defeat the Mane-iac and return to where we started! The castle!" Twilight was more focused on her breathing now. "Right... right," she murmured. "I'm sorry Spike, I didn't mean to yell at you like that," she turned around and began to trot over to the kitchen. It was clean, cleaner than her own kitchen at home. Whoever this "Trot Summers" pony was, she was a very clean pony! She placed one hoof on the counter and wiped it—she couldn't even feel the cleaning mixture! Now that was clean! Focusing just a little, she triggered the faucet to turn on and she splashed her face with water. Nothing quicker than that, sure, ponies may rave on and on about coffee, but there was one faster alternative: water. And it worked! And Twilight's calmer now. She turned the water off and looked around the apartment. A lot of bookshelves filled with even more books, a messy, maybe even bloodied rug and a broken TV coffee table. Without thinking much about it, she grabbed the table with her magic and put the two halves back together. It did nothing to actually fix the table, but she enjoyed seeing it fixed. Though she couldn't keep it like that for too long, it seems like the more she overuses her horn, the harsher a headache. Normal in her world, but usually she could use magic nonstop for days! Still tucked to her side, her wings flexed and she spread them open for a second before closing them again. Twilight sat on the floor, her tail wrapping around her leg as she stared at the window. "It's... going to be okay, Twilight," Spike said, joining her on the floor. "Trot Summers is really strong! She can do a whole bunch of things!" He hugged her. "We just need to find our friends and get out!" "Easier said than done, Spike," Twilight said. "It's not like," she waved a hoof around, "I can just run to them!" A rock was thrown at her window. Her eyes narrowed. "Please please please tell me I didn't just summon Pinkie Pie," she said slowly, and then finally got off the floor. She trotted over to the large window slowly, just... almost silently hoping that Pinkie would disappear. Or some filly who wanted to annoy her got fed up and left. When she magicked her window open, she saw it. Well... she saw her. Pinkie Pie was flying. But not actually flying. It didn't take long for Twilight to realize that she was probably just jumping continuously, and her super speed made it look like she was flying. It was a nice trick though, something that she probably wouldn't think of. Because, well, she doesn't need super speed to fly. Thinking about it, her wings opened and flexed instinctively. A few lavender feathers drifting down to the wood floor. "Oh!" Pinkie smiled widely, "There you are Twilight!" She hooked her hooves on the window sill and stopped jumping. "Jeez, took you long enough! I thought I'd just have to break in!" She giggled, before climbing... er, slithering into the room. Twilight closed the window and watched Pinkie. "Isn't this amazing?" She clapped her hooves together a few times. "We defeated the Mane-iac but we're still in the comic! You know, I always wanted to be a superhero, and then you came to Ponyville, but having the Elements of Harmony attached to your soul doesn't really make you a superhero, but this sure does!" She didn't eve pause to breathe, "I mean! Applejack and I don't have superpowers or magic like you Unicorns do! But we're fast! But, like, now I'm super fast!" "And super talkative," Twilight comments under her breath. "Yeah! Super talkative too!" Pinkie hopped onto the couch. "I mean, I was already pretty talkative, but now I can talk twice as fast," she looked around. "Anyway! Nice place you got here, Twilight—or should I call you Trot now? Most ponies will know you as Trot, but I know you as Twilight! Trot or Twilight? Twilight or Trot? Summers or Sparkle? Sparkle or Summer? Ah! It's all so confusing!" Twilight didn't even have to force a smile at Pinkie's rapid-firing questions. "Just call me Twilight. Maybe Trot had a name change recently," she snorted at her own joke. "But Pinkie, I do have a question for you," Pinkie's ears twitched, "Yes?" "Have you seen the others around?" Pinkie thought for a moment before shaking her head. "No, I don't think so," she shrugged and fixed her position on the couch. "I looked in every apartment's windows in a two-mile radius, and I only found you," Pinkie said. "You were the first one I found!" Twilight thought and mulled over Pinkie's words for a second or two or ten. "Wait... you looked in every apartment? What about the ones with their window blinds closed?" "I looked in every apartment! Every single one!" Twilight made sure not to let her mouth drop. "How many apartments did you break into?!" "Only a dozen!" Pinkie Pie said. "And I ran away before anyone could see me!" "You do realize that's not okay, right?" Twilight said, shaking her head slowly. "Oh, whatever, no use trying to convince you," she sighed out. "I don't know what this Trot Summers pony does in her day-to-day life, but we need to find the others quickly. The faster we find the rest of the girls, the faster we can find the Mane-iac and get home," Twilight grinned. "We can pretend to be two friends going out for some tea and no one will think twice," Pinkie only looked at her. "If you take off your superhero outfit, then people will only see Trot, not the Masked Matter-horn!" Twilight looked down at her silly little persona outfit. She clicked her tongue, "Right, right. Let me go change and, uh, we'll get going!" All of Trot Summer's outfits were itchy and scratchy. Twilight could only wear this ivory-colored, silk-based material shirt and a beige maxi-skirt. Pinkie Pie was practically bouncing beside her, wearing a nice gray button-down and khakis. It looked good on her, like, really good on her. Like Twilight was really jealous, that's how good. And it was just a simple get-up! "I wonder if time is frozen in our world," Pinkie Pie said as the two of them rounded a corner. Twilight lifted a hoof up and tried her best to step over a muddy puddle. "I sure hope so! Imagine we get back and all of my cake supplies have expired! I can't bake a cake with expired ingredients Twilight!" "I'm sure you can't," Twilight responded. She was a bit saddened to leave Spike at home, but Manetropolis was a large place, and Twilight didn't know it well herself. Even if Spike did know the area and the context of this place well, she doesn't want to bring a helpless, baby dragon to the bustling and crowded city. To be honest, she didn't even want to be out and about! Twilight would be lucky though, as the two of them began to cross the street, a loud explosion echoed around them, and a dead body slid right up to them.