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// Codename one: Uneaten 
// Story: Leftovers 
// by CrutioAstarothChaos 
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	Silver Script was an ordinary pony, in every meaning of the word. He was the height of an average earth stallion, had average purple fur, with average grey mane and average blue eyes. Not a good coloring for someone, who worked in a theater, but he didn’t really needed to be stunning to write plays. Nonetheless he did everything in his power to appear as good as he could; eat regularly, exercise regularly, take good amounts of sleep, but when somepony is living with others like his flat mates, things get difficult.
“Hey Marble, who’s turn is it to do the dishes?” he yelled, seeing the huge pile of unwashed plates in the sink. “I did it last week, and the week before that, so it’s not mine!”
“I have no idea,” the other stallion, Black Marble replied, lying on the couch in the living room. Marble was anything but black; the unicorn’s coat was white as snow, and while his mane and tail was truly black, his eyes were light grayish-blue colored. “Wasn’t it Flank’s?”
Their third roommate, Flank Sinatra popped out of the bathroom, his brown coat dripping from water, his wet blue mane covering his face.
“Oh, sorry Silver, I’ll do it after I finished my bath!” he replied, disappearing in the bathroom again. “I’m sure there are some extra plates somewhere in the kitchen!”
Script snorted, but started looking for a plate nonetheless. One of the cupboards had one, and he laid it on the table, and then opened the fridge to prepare a sandwich for himself.
“Hey guys does anyone know anything about the leftover cheese in the fridge?” he asked, noticing the huge roll of cheese on a platter, right on the middle shelf of the refrigerator.
Suddenly the cheese erupted in a green flame and the cheese turned into a changeling.
“Darn it! I was sure ponies liked cheese!” the shifter swore.
“Sweet Celestia’s flank it’s a changeling!” Script yelled, slamming the fridge shut.
Marble reacted immediately, jumping off of the couch, while Script held the door of the fridge. The changeling on the inside kept pounding on the door and yelling.
“Just tell me what food you like!” he yelled. “I could be the most delicious parfait you ever ate!”
“Sorry, but I have diabetes!” Script replied, as Marble grabbed the fridge in his magical grasp, and threw it out the window of the second-floor flat.
“Dude! You killed it!” the purple stallion yelled at Marble, and looked out the window. “Oh wait, my apologies. The changeling broke the fridge’s fall.”
 
Twilight Sparkle was wandering on the streets of Canterlot. Spike was back in Ponyville, having a day off with her other friends, and Owlowiscious was making sure nothing went wrong. She herself was visiting her parents in the city, and decided to drop in to see Princess Celestia, before leaving to Ponyville. Even though she spent years among the tall buildings of the capital, she still wished for the peace and quiet of the small village. Not like there ever was peace or quiet in Ponyville, but the faint belief that small villages were supposed to be quiet made Twilight a bit more comfortable.
Also, ponies in the village weren’t yelling insane things about changelings in their store-rooms.
“Sweet Cadence, my broccoli turned into a bug!” she heard the yelling of a female unicorn from above her head.
“This has got to be some kind of cruel joke,” she said, and looked upwards, to see the commotion.
A window on the third floor exploded, and an all too familiar black figure flew out into the open, hovering in the air, avoiding the magical bursts of its attacker.
“Seriously, just tell me what kind of cake you want me to be!” the shifter yelled. “I won’t judge you if you don’t like chocolate!”
“I hate chocolate cake!” the unicorn yelled, and for a moment Twilight had a hard time deciding who to attack. “Give me back my broccoli!”
Twilight decided to attack the bugpony, and with a magic burst, she sent it flying away. She noticed similar events happening on the street, ponies fighting changelings, who have seemingly appeared out of fridges, ice cream stands, grocery stores and basically anywhere where ponies would store food. Twilight decided to resume her route to her original destination, and either ask the princesses to help, or aid them in whatever way she could.
 
“Princess Celestia!” Twilight yelled as she burst into the throne room. “There is a catastrophe happening throughout the entire city!”
“Yes, my dear student, I know of the ninja pony festival on the main street, and I don’t intend to cancel it!” Celestia replied, not taking her eyes off of the official document she was reading.
“Wait, ninja pony festival? I didn’t see a thing on the main street!”
“Your point being?” the alicorn asked back, cocking an eyebrow.
“My point being is that there is a bigger catastrophe! Changelings are invading the city!” Twilight replied, somewhat annoyed.
“Oh dear,” Celestia let out a bored sigh, “not again.”
“But this time it seems that they are trying to mimic themselves as food,” Twilight said to herself, speculating on her experience from the city. “I wonder what could’ve made them do that.”
“Luna!” Celestia launched from her throne in a rather un-royalty-like way. “Grab what you can, sister! We must barricade ourselves in the kitchen!”
“But princess! What about the rest of Canterlot?” Twilight asked.
“You’re right, my faithful student!” she turned back, and touched the unicorn’s shoulder. “I hereby grant you full authority to handle the situation as you see fit!”
“Princess?” Twilight cocked an eyebrow, unsure of her mentor’s intentions.
“I’m sorry, but I must go!” Celestia replied. “My cloud-cake is in danger! Not to mention my favorite milkshake!”
Twilight watched helplessly and shocked, as the alicorn ran off in the direction of the castle’s kitchen, calling out to her younger sister for help.
“Yep, this is a cruel joke,” Twilight noted to herself. “Better get to work!”
 
Luna was trying to isolate herself from the world, but unfortunately her pillows weren’t too soundproof. She was spending her midday sleep, having dealt with the crazy events of the night, organizing the evening rains for the next month, planning some meteor falls for the curious ponies, and of course mooning everypony.
However it seemed that the ‘do not disturb’ sign on her door was not a very effective way of keeping others out. The thought of investing in an armor-plated door crossed her mind, but when she saw who disturbed her she knew, that no lock could keep her dear sister outside.
“Luna! Changelings!” Celestia yelled. “The changelings are already in the kitchen!”
“Dear sister, thou can surely take care of them!” she moaned in reply. “And while thou art there, could thee bring me some chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk?”
“I’m serious!” Celestia panicked. “They are disguising themselves as food!”
That sentence was enough to make the night princess launch out of her bed like a star falling trough the sky.
“Our cookie jar!” Luna yelled, knocking Celestia over in her hurry. “We’re coming our dear biscuits!”
“Your cookie jar?” her sister asked back. “My cloud-cake is in a bigger danger than a jar of cookies! Do you know how much time it takes to prepare the perfect frosting?”
“Come on already!” Luna turned back, grabbing Celestia by her tail in her magical grasp. “We wish thee could move thine huge flank as fast as thou can blab!”
“Are you insisting that my butt is big?” Celestia screamed, being dragged away by her sister in a furious speed.
Meanwhile in Luna’s bedroom a green flame erupted from her bed, and a group of changelings emerged where the huge bean-bag mattress was.
“I told you we shouldn’t stick to the plan!” one changeling remarked. “Did you see how she was hugging me?”
“You were a pillow, Cheesebrain,” another replied. “But for the love of Chrysalis, why did I have to be the mattress? She does have a sizeable flank!”
“Shut up, Cottage Cheese.” the third one retorted. “At least she didn’t shake you before she went to sleep.”
“I have to admit it was kind of funny, with you being the cover!” Cheesebrain said with a smile. “But you have my sympathy Emmental.”
“Let’s just get to the kitchen and see what they’re doing!” Emmental said, leaving the room. “And just in case, I’ll turn into an empty glass, while you two decide who will be the platter, and who will be the maid.”
“Dibs on the platter!” Cottage Cheese yelled running out into the corridor.
“Aw man!” Cheesebrain sighed, lagging behind his brothers. “I wanted to be the shiny platter!”
 
Twilight rubbed her forehead with a hoof. She was only sitting on the throne for ten minutes, but the chaos was so big, that Discord would’ve been proud. Reports came in from all over Canterlot, and it wasn’t just the changeling problem. Many restaurant owners wanted to know if their insurance covered their stocks of food as well, not just their shops, others simply panicked, and asked to be placed in the castle for protection, and there were some who asked her to make an official statement, and ask for the help of the Mysterious Mare Do Well.
“For the last time: insurance issues can wait until the streets of Canterlot are safe from the changelings.” Twilight said to the guard, who came in with another report. “I don’t want to hear anything that does not help us solve this changeling issue!”
“Understood ma’am!” the guard replied, and turned around to leave. As he opened the doors, Twilight caught a glimpse of a maid in the corridor, who carried an empty glass on a platter.
“Hey, you!” she launched from the throne, to catch the mare before she disappeared. “I know it’s probably not the best time, but could you bring me a huge cup of hot coffee?”
“Um, perhaps?” the maid replied, shocked from the request. “I’ll do my best to bring this... cofe of yours!”
“Coffee.” Twilight said. “You know; brown liquid, filled with caffeine? Ponies drink it in the morning while reading newspaper, put sugar and milk in it? Ring any bells?”
“Yes, yes of course!” the mare nodded, still a bit tense, and hurried away. “I’ll bring it in a minute!”
“The kitchen is in the other direction,” Twilight remarked with a deadpan look.
“Of course it is!” the maid replied with a nervous giggle and in such a rush, that she almost dropped the platter.
“Hmph. Must be new around here,” the unicorn said to herself, and returned to the throne room.
“What do we do now?” Cheesebrain asked in the form of the maid, once they were out of hearing distance. “I have no idea what this ‘cafeine’ stuff is!”
“Oh, hush, we’ll figure it out!” the glass, also known as Emmental replied. “Just get us to the kitchen!”
“But the princesses are there!” the platter warned his brothers.
“Brilliant idea Cottage!” Cheesebrain brightened up. “We’ll ask them about this coffee!”
“Cheesebrain, you are a cretin,” Emmental stated.
“Thanks!” the maid replied with a smile. “Whatever that means.”