It’s been a few days ever since Baked Apple moved in with the Apple Family. The friendly guy had been introduced to the Apple siblings’ grandmother, Granny Smith, who after being informed of everything by the three, welcomed him to the house. They’ve all been treating Baked Apple like he was one of their own, which the friendly guy technically was. During the time he’s been living at the farm, Baked Apple has been doing farm work like helping feed the animals, milk the cows, collect eggs, pick apples from the trees into buckets, and has even been helping with the house chores as well.
Right now, the friendly guy was feeding the chickens. He winced in annoyance. “Hay! Quit peckin’ mah legs!” commanded Baked Apple.
Some chickens were pecking his legs while the others were eating. The friendly guy threw out the rest of the chicken feed before heading for the fence while the rest of the chickens that were left kept pecking. After making sure the chickens were away from the fence, Baked Apple quickly left and closed the gate behind him.
The friendly guy sighed, heading for the house as Baked Apple was finished with his final chore. “There’s gotta be an easier way ta feed them gosh darn chickens than goin’ in an’ out of the area,” questioned Baked Apple.
He reached the porch where there was an old lady sitting in a rocking chair.
“Hay, Granny Smith. Ah’m done with mah chores an’ now ah’m goin’ inside the house,” announced the friendly guy. “Do ya need anythin’ before ah go inside?”
She smiled. “No, dearie,” said Granny Smith.
Baked Apple smiled before walking inside. As soon as he arrived, the friendly guy ended up face to face with Applejack and Twilight Sparkle, and one of them looked kind of psychotic.
Seeing the weird look on the smart girl’s face made him feel a bit weirded out. “Uhh, Applejack? Why is Twilight actin’ that way?” asked Baked Apple.
Before the apple farmer could answer that, Twilight Sparkle started talking. “Baked Apple, there’s only eight days left before school starts, and you’re supposed to take your test in four days. I was able to ask some help from some people I know if they could help get you into school by convincing the school board, which they were able to…” she said before pausing.
“Ah sense there’s a but in this,” he thought.
The smart girl then started looking even more psychotic. “But the school board had a condition. In order for you to be accepted into the High School, you have to take some tests in order to convince them to allow you to attend. If you pass you get in and start at the 9th grade, but if you fail, then you won’t be able to enter,” continued Twilight Sparkle.
“Okay,” said the friendly guy, nonchalantly.
She started freaking out. “Okay?! You should be freaking out right now!” shouted Twilight Sparkle.
Baked Apple is freaking out on the inside but is also feeling calm too. “Twilight, panickin’ won’t solve anythin’. All that matters is that ah do mah best,” he said, in a calm tone.
The smart girl was going to respond to that, Applejack had placed a hand on her shoulder, gaining Twilight Sparkle’s attention.
“He’s right, Twi. All that matters is that he tried,” agreed the apple farmer.
Seeing that she was outnumbered, the smart girl sighed. “Okay. Fine,” surrendered Twilight Sparkle. “If you can do your best and complete enough of the tests, which is three out of four, then you’ll pass and will be able to enter the school.” The smart girl directed the two to follow her, which they did. “So, to pass the written tests, all you need to do-” Twilight Sparkle had brought them to the living room where on the table were tons of books. “-is to study until you can memorize enough of them!”
The friendly guy was shocked at the number of books. “All this fer the written tests?” asked Baked Apple.
She nodded. “Yeah. Me and Applejack will be helping you study every day, and we will even test and quiz you on things until you get enough of them right,” the smart girl informed.
He didn’t know whether to continue to feel surprised or feel happy. So, the friendly guy settled for both. “Well, that is mighty kind of y’all,” said Baked Apple.
Twilight Sparkle smiled. “Great. Now, let’s get to studying!” she cheered.
Four Days Later
The friendly guy was lying face down on the bed, hair disheveled, drooling into his pillow. Baked Apple had stayed up all night studying thanks to Twilight Sparkle and Applejack making sure he had memorized everything for the next day.
“SNRRRRRRRRRRRK!!!” snored the friendly guy.
The time was currently 6:32, and Baked Apple had his alarm clock set for 8 o’clock since he is supposed to be at the school for his tests at 9:30. Baked Apple needed all the sleep he could get for the morning. Suddenly, the friendly guy shot up from out of bed, looking like he woke up from a nightmare.
Baked Apple was panting for a while before calming down. “That’s it. No more cheese fries before bed,” said the friendly guy.
Soon after Baked Apple had said that he fell back onto his pillow, asleep once more.
“SNRRRRRRRRRRRK!!!” snored the friendly guy, again.
Two Hours and Thirteen Minutes Later
Baked Apple was at the school, and he would’ve taken a tour just to see the entire school plus to see if they had a statue, but the friendly guy was more focused on taking his tests first, and then taking the tour later. There were four tests: Written, Physical, Magical, and Spiritual, they could happen in any order after the written test, and that there was one teacher for each of the tests that were chosen to be in charge of them. Baked Apple had arrived at the classroom where he would be taking his first test: the written test. With Baked Apple was the Apple Family, minus Granny Smith and Apple Bloom since the old lady was a bit too old to ride back and forth with them, and the younger Apple sibling had chores to do.
“Good luck, Baked Apple. Ah know ya can do it,” said the apple farmer.
Big McIntosh nodded. “Eeyup,” he agreed.
The friendly guy smiled. “Thanks,” said Baked Apple.
He walked into the classroom, and in it was a teacher who was standing by the teacher’s desk with stacks of papers on top of it.
“Howdy there, ah’m Baked Apple. Ah came here ta take mah test?” said the friendly guy.
The teacher smiled. “Nice to meet you, Baked Apple. My name is Healthy Light, and I’m your examiner for this test,” they said. “Each part of this test involves multiple subjects that you’ll be taking as a 9th Grader if you were to pass and attend this school.” Healthy Light directed a hand at the desks. “You can sit at any desk you want up front. Once you have chosen a desk, I’ll hand you your test for the first subject, along with a pencil and scantron sheet, and then you can begin.”
Baked Apple nodded, and then he sat down at the desk in the middle. The teacher placed down the test, scantron sheet, and a pencil.
“Is there a time limit ta this thing?” asked the friendly guy, wondering. He knew that there were some tests with time limits, and some without. It was so that Baked Apple could make sure that he could complete all of the tests in time if there was a time limit.
Healthy Light shook their head. “No. Take as long as you need,” reassured the teacher. “There’s no rush. But at the same time, don’t take too long. After this, you’ll need to visit the next teacher for your next test, and you don’t want to keep them waiting.”
The friendly guy nodded and looked down at his test. It had the words ‘History’ on the front.
Baked Apple breathed in, and then out. “Ah can fuckin’ do this,” thought the friendly guy, determined.
He turned the page and started on the test.
1 Hour and a Few Minutes Later
Baked Apple sighed in relief as he had just completed the last subject: Math.
“Ah’m finally finished with all mah tests,” thought the friendly guy, relieved.
Luckily, the math problems were all stuff that he had learned in the ninth grade already. So far, Baked Apple had to take not only a history test, but also an English test, a Geography test, and finally, the Math test.
Healthy Light went over to the friendly guy’s desk and collected the test and scantron sheet, smiling. “You can take a few minute break if you want to stretch your body before heading off to your next test. No one said you couldn’t,” the teacher informed. They went back over to their desk.
The friendly guy nodded, and then stood up from the desk. Baked Apple then stretched out his entire body around, getting all of the cricks out. Once the friendly guy was all relaxed from taking a break, Baked Apple headed for the door.
Healthy Light decided to say something before the friendly guy left. “I hope to see you attending as you seem like such a smart person, and if you do end up passing, then I’d like to inform you that you’ll be attending my History Class this year,” said the teacher. They smiled at Baked Apple.
The friendly guy smiled back. “Thank ya kindly, an’ ah hope so too. Ya seem like a nice person,” said Baked Apple. Before he was about to leave, the friendly guy realized that he needed directions to the next test. “Which way should ah be heading?”
“You should be heading for the magic class now. To get there, just turn right after you leave the classroom and keep on going until you reach the second hallway, turn left, and go down the hallway until you reach the fifth classroom, and it should be on your left,” instructed the teacher.
“Thank ya kindly again,” said Baked Apple.
The friendly guy left the classroom and followed Healthy Light’s directions until he reached the door to the magic class.
“...It’s not like this test will be much harder…right?” questioned Baked Apple, worried.
He then pushed open the door and went inside.