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// Monster Mash 
// Story: My App Stories for Ponyville Ciderfest 
// by ImThatGuy 
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The winterchilla is a most strange and unusual creature. Terribly quick, devilishly tricky, and annoyingly adorable, the winterchilla, at first glance, seems the same as any harmless woodland creature. With its small fluffy body, its large ears, and its contagiously cute eyes, this unassuming creature finds itself often overlooked in the hierarchy of fearsome monsters. But the winterchilla conceals a dreadful secret, for once the sun sets below the horizon a monstrous transformation takes place. Once darkness falls on Equestria, the adorable winterchilla turns into the abominable WINTERZILLA!

And so it happened that on this particular day, of this particular month, of this particular year, far off in the snowy mountains of Equestria, fate would collide with forces greater than any adorably dangerous creature could ever dream of. For it was here, now, this moment, immediately, that a certain winterchilla would come in contact with a force of magic that could change the fate of Equestria itself.

Winterchillas are not known for great intelligence, but neither are they known for any great lack of intelligence. They could in fact be convincingly cunning in their own way, with a surprising level of instinct to rival any predator. Such intelligence as this particular winterchilla could muster would soon be put to the test as it neared the den that it called home.
 
The winterchilla scurried its way across the snow-covered forest floor of its mountainous home. The air was cold, colder than an icicle floating in ice-water on an icy day, as the diminutive rodent ran its tiny feet over the fresh blanket of snow that was so common to the area. It had been a long day for the winterchilla, scurrying left and scurrying right as it wished. Climbing up on rocks, or up in trees, or inside bushes to look for berries to eat. It had been an all-around busy day for the winterchilla and now, after a long day of scurrying, it sought nothing more than to return home and rest.

“I must be asleep before I transform,” The winterchilla thought to itself, “then nothing shall bother me during the night as I sleep.”

The winterchilla, being small, was often the target of harassment from larger creatures. The only respite it and all its furry brethren had was at night when their forms changed into the mighty winterzilla. If not for the great speed with which the animal was known for, they would no doubt have been bullied by any larger predators during daylight hours. It was only at night when they turned into mighty monsters that they felt truly safe.

As the rodent made its way home, a most unusual thing drew its attention. Deep in the forest, nearly beyond the range of the small creature’s eyes, a faint glow in the distance seemed to demand that the winterchilla approach.

“What is this?” The winterchilla thought to itself as it approached.

What it was, was a power that no winterchilla had ever encountered before. A page from a magical book that could change the life of this and all winterchillas forever. What it was, was a page from the Book of All Stories! A page that somehow, this small creature knew had the potential to change everything forever.


[CHOICE] What should the winterchilla do?

> Leave the page and return home. (Hero)

> Use the page to make all winterchillas into winterzillas permanently. (Chaos) 

[ENDING A: HERO]
The winterchilla gazed at the page, either instinctively or magically knowing what it was capable of. But despite knowing its power, the winterchilla felt no need for it, as the winterchilla had everything it needed and wanted. 

“This thing should not be here. It feels wrong.” The winterchilla thought to itself.

The small creature took the page in its tiny teeth, scurrying it to the hollowed-out base of a tree, and quickly burying the page in a pile of snow.

“It shall be safe until tomorrow when I can find a better hiding place for it, or find some nice pony who will look after it.” The winterchilla thought, feeling pleased with himself before scurrying off home.

(+1 page for Heroes)


[ENDING B: CHAOS)
The winterchilla gazed longingly at the magical page. By some instinctive or by some greater magical power, the small, fluffy creature knew what this page was capable of. The winterchilla knew that with this page, the winterchillas would never again need to fear larger animals. With this page, the destiny of all winterchillas could be irrevocably changed so that never again would they be overlooked and ignored by the world.

“With this the winterchillas could all become WINTERZILLAS!” The cunning creature thought.

The page, reacting to the deepest desires of the magical creature, rewrote the story of all winterchillas. Now it would not simply be at night that they became worthy of awe, but at all times of every day, of every month, and of every year.

(+1 page for Chaos)