“Raven how could you be so heartless,” screeched Queen Chrysalis.
“Yeah, look who’s calling the kettle black,” retorted the irate author as he glared at the towering changeling.
“Uh guys,” said Pinkie as she tapped the webcam mounted on the laptop, “you’re online.”
The two arguing figures glanced at the laptop and turned bright red.
~Twenty Minutes Earlier…
The author sighed at the last chapter’s influx of readers. “Are you still going to use a baseball bat Pinkie?”
The party pony placed a hoof on his shoulder. “Uh huh,” she replied sadly.
“What are you both talking about,” asked Chrysalis as soon as she saw the duo’s vacant expressions.
“My revisions are done Chrysalis,” I author explained. “All this time with you has been a real treat.” His lips were trying to force an expression, but much like his pink host’s, there wasn’t even a fake smile to be found. “Promise not to be a bother to them Chrys?”
“You’re leaving? Tell me you’re joking!”
Pinkie sniffled. “Raven’s going to have to leave Chrysalis, rules are rules.”
“WHAT?!”
Raven cleared his throat. “Chrysalis,” he said sternly, “calm down.”
“But you’re leaving,” the changeling queen whined. “Who will I egg Princess Celestia’s chariot with?”
“I’m game,” said Pinkie as she finally managed to crack a flimsy smile.
“I told you it wasn’t going to be anything permanent Chrys,” Raven said.
Pinkie sighed, breaking the silence caused by her statement. “You know, there isn’t much of a choice in things Raven.”
The author nodded and looked to Chrysalis. “Please promise me you won’t cause any more trouble for them Chrys.”
“I will,” the changeling queen replied. “Just promise me you’ll visit.”
“I can’t unless my paperwork gets approved. Right Pinkie?”
“Yeah,” she said as her eyes drifted towards the nearby bat.
Raven began to pack his things up, making sure to save his laptop for last. “Could take years and even then I won’t be very well off here.”
“I’ll vouch for you Raven,” said Pinkie with a sniffle. “I’m sure Twilight will too. I mean, she delivered your paperwork to Princess Celestia herself.”
“Can I help at all,” asked Chrysalis as she tried to restrain her own tears.
“Keep your promise Chrys and pray that I return soon,” the author said before popping a few painkillers. He hit ‘Publish’ before closing up his laptop and prepared for a swift smack to the back of his head.