//------------------------------// // Achte // Story: Gestalt // by The Writer's Group //------------------------------// overdonefictions was given only the seventh chapter and was asked to write this eighth chapter. The Pink Avenger quickly rolled out of the way of the oncoming wolves. Several of them tumbled to the ground in a comical heap. Another tried to get at the Pink Avenger while she was on the ground in a prone state. Luckily, she had been prepared for this and raised her hooves, landing a swift kick in the stomach. The poor wolf rolled backwards like a quarter on a tilted table. The wolf whimpered a bit an limped into the forest. The Pink Avenger felt bad for a moment, before being assaulted by more wolves. The Pink Avenger was tired of these petty wolves, with their petty fangs, petty claws, petty bad breath, and petty growls. She decided to finish this in one swift move. Grabbing the first wolf by the paw in her hooves, she began to spin him around, creating a pink and brown tornado of extreme force. The other wolves were sucked into it, howling and wailing in fear. The Pink Avenger released the wolf she had grabbed and sent the tornado flying into the Everfree Forest. Another job well done. The Pink Avenger pulled out a clipboard and flipped through a checklist. She grabbed a red pen and marked off "animal cruelty to tha extreme." before placing the clipboard back in wherever superheroes keep random junk. The Pink Avenger left the dark, dreary, Everfree Forest for a lighter setting, the Light Bulb Factory. (Ba-dum tsh.) The factory itself had been long abandoned and the inside of it contained several empty crates. The Pink Avenger opened one of the crates and climbed inside, pressing a hidden switch, taking the "ele-crate-or" down to basement level. Waiting there was Professor Luna. "Luna. I'm the hero this city needs." "And I'm not a real professor." The Pink Avenger gasped in shock. "What? But what about that time you helped me on that test?" "I'm good at math." "Very well then, we shall discuss this at a later time. Where is Super Spike?" "On the toilet." Nearby, groans and grunts could be heard from the bathroom, where a Massive Dump of Justice was being made. Pink Avenger knocked on the door. "Super Spike? Are you okay?" "I am pooping." "Really?" "No. Not really. I wanted to see if Luna would assume I was pooping if I made grunting noises." "Okay then. Can I come in?" "No. I am actually pooping. that was a joke." "I get it. HA!" Laughs were had by all three of them, especially Luna, for she appreciated a good poop joke. A large plop resounded from the echoing tiled floors of the Bathroom of Justice, followed by a flush and the sound of hands being lathered and rinsed in the correct manner (Superheroes have to set a good example.). Super Spike emerged from the Bathroom of Justice and entered the General Gathering Area of Justice where his friends were all waiting. Scuffling noises could be heard outside the Secret Basement of Justice. The Pink Avenger opened her mouth to say something, but Super Spike spoke first. "Don't worry Pinkie, I finally got Twilight to be our maid. Now I can finally get her in that suggestive costume." Luna's eyes went wide at the thought of a Suggestive Costumed Maid Of Justice. Another excellent idea from Super Spike. Maybe the same tactic could be used in her own home? Luna shuddered at the thought. She was a tiny bit afraid of the thought of the entire royal guard staff in suggestive maid outfits. The Ele-crate-or finished its descent into the Secret Basement of Justice and there stood Twilight Sparkle. Twilight grinned at Super Spike, but not in an erotic way, more like an evil grin of a super villain. Super Spike realized what he had done. "Oh no." "Fool! You let me, the powerful MagneTwilight, into your Super Secret Basement of Justice!" "Look out!" Super Spike cried as he dove for cover. MagenTwilight grabbed the Super Swear Jar of Justice using her magnetic powers, pulling out all the bits from the jar and flinging them behind every sofa cushion in the entire Super Secret Basement of Justice! Diabolical! Super Spike cursed, dropping a bit in the jar as he did so, they would never find all of the coins! Super Spike used his power of X-Ray Vision to try and find all the coins, but when money is lost, it turns invisible, so even he could not see them. The Pink Avenger became extremely frustrated at the loss of the coins. She was hoping they could get a Manetendo Wii for the Super Rec Room of Justice, and now those dreams were shattered. The Pink Avenger decided to throw a wad of paper at MagneTwilight in frustration. The wad went sailing across the room, bopping MagneTwilight on the nose. MagneTwilight was surprised by this, and responded by grabbing The Pink Avenger's keys and the TV remote, and throwing them behind the Big White Refirgerator of Justice, where they were sucked into the Negative Zone that exists behind all refrigerators. The Pink Avenger pouted in unrelenting rage, a pout so disheartening that even Professor Luna and Super Spike felt a little bad, and they didn't even do anything. Nevertheless The Pink Avenger pouted forcing MagneTwilight to say something she never thought she'd ever say. "Pinkie, maybe we should play a different game." "I think you're right Twilight, you're too good of a villain. We should play PIRATES! We can all be a crew and we can go pillage Rarity's booty!" The group yarred in unison. And thus, Captian Pinkhair began sailing the seven seas, along with Pegleg Spike, Lunavigator, and Twilight "Flintlock" Sparkle. Outside the abondoned light bulb factory that was now their galleon, the quartet pretended to be on smaller dinghies to sail to Rarity's Caravel Boutique. (aren't I clever?) The boutique loomed on the distant ocean, where a flag of three diamonds could be seen. Pinkhair and her crew neared the Caravel. They knew they wouldn't need the galleon, Rarity would never expect a surprise attack. The small dinghy moored on the Caravel, and Pinkhair and her band of miscreants climbed up onto the deck. Rarity looked extremely surprised to see them, but before she could say anything, Twilight pulled out an (imaginary) pistol and shot her in the gut! Rarity collapsed/fainted on the ground. Pegeleg Spike Began tying her up, and Pinkhair pillaged her sweet candies and juice boxes, tossing them all onto the dinghy. The crew returned to their trusty vessel and headed back to the galleon to put Rarity into the Brig. Rarity had awoke halfway through the return journey and began whining. Luckily Pinkhair and her crew were conditioned against such tactics, so Rarity's wails were in vain. The galleon had plenty of space for Rarity, considering it was a lightbulb factory. Rarity made herself comfortable after realizing they were playing a game, joining the ranks of the Pirates. Yarr!