//------------------------------// // 72. Sexist pervs and Lyras late night // Story: Kill Me Now // by Golden Script //------------------------------// They went outside for a few minutes. When they came back in Silver was no worse for wear and Big Mac seemed to be more content with the young stallion. “Whelp, ah better get back ta the farm, Granny Smith is probably questioning where I ran off to in such a hurry.” Big Mac said in a tired tone. “Big Mac, ah was just wonderin’ if Silver would be able to have the guest room for the time being.” AJ asked as her big brother started to walk towards the library exit. “Doesn’t he live here?” he asked. “Well, yeah, but due to our little miracle we all think it would be best for him to come to the farm for the next little while.” AJ queried sheepishly. “Uh… ah don’t mind none, and I'm sure that Granny wouldn’t have a problem with it. But on one condition.” He stated firmly. “Name it!” AJ and Silver exclaimed together. “No loud noises during the night.” He said as he left the tree house. We all had a small chuckle at this. “Well, we better be goin’ too, the farm still has a ton of work to do yet and our orders aren’t getting any smaller.” AJ informed us, me and Twilight nodded as the happy couple left the house of books. “Hey, Apple Bloom, why don’t you stay for lunch?” Twilight asked the young filly who was still sitting on the couch. “Ah should get back to the farm too, I still have my chores to do. Thanks anyway!” she yelled as she too left. “Well that just leaves you and me.” I stated with a suggestive look. “Pervert.” Was all she said as she went back into the kitchen. “Hey, if you’re going to be in the kitchen, can you make me a sandwich?” I called after her. “Why would I do that?” “Because that’s what all mares do! Make meals, have foals and clean!” I laughed back. “Sexist perv!” she yelled from the kitchen. ----- Strangely enough, Twilight did actually make me a sandwich! Though it was drenched in hot sauce, it was still a sandwich. When we were done with lunch we discussed all of the memory flashes I had had in the past few days. We recounted the cat memory, the watch memory, and the memories for the safe, along with some other random small ones I had in dreams and during the days. They had been getting progressively smaller and smaller; the most recent only seemed to make me wobble on my hooves. After we were done with that we decided that I and the other five stallions had gained enough memories for Twilight to use the spell. So we wrote them. ‘Dear *enter name of recipient here* We are more than happy to say that the stallions have gained sufficient memory for the remembrance spell to work efficiently. If you could come to the library tomorrow morning so we can plan and coordinate our attack. Food and drinks provided. Sincerely yours, Fixinit and Twilight.’ As Spike burnt the letter I decided to tease her some more. “So… am I more important or something?” “What makes you think that?” “Well, it was Fixinit and Twilight, not Twilight and Fixinit. I was just wondering if-” “Alphabetical order rarely favors me; with the name Twilight Sparkle I was almost always close to the end of the line in magic kindergarten or last called on a list. I have learned to live with it. Of course, there are always a few ponies behind me.” “So you wrote our names in alphabetical order?” one of my eyebrows raised itself. “Is something wrong with being organized?” both of hers shot up in surprise. “Well… no, but when you take it so far as to alphabetize our names it becomes a bit weird.” “Are you calling me weird?” she asked, narrow eyed. “What? No! I-I was just- I mean… you are not weird.” I told her; the tables have turned. “Well I think you’re extremely weird.” She said, nose up and walking away. I swept up beside her and put my hoof over her shoulder in one fluid motion. “You know it baby.” I said in a low suggestive voice. She snorted in disgust, swept my hoof off of her shoulder and walked up the stairs. “What? Was it something I said?!” I called after her. There was no response as the door to her room closed. I decided then that was enough teasing for today. I went to the safe and started sorting through the pictures and designs to see if there was anything I had missed or if there was a design I could study. ----- “Bonny, I'm home from the market..." my cheerful greeting was returned with silence as I entered our home. I noticed that all the lights in the house were off and the light shining through doorway I was fading as the sun slow vanished below the horizon. "Bon Bon is usually cooking or working on her next great candy when I return from shopping this late, maybe she’s out getting something... an ingredient that she forgot to mention, a gift for me... maybe... Oh well I’ll just wait for her to get back." I told myself while going to relax on the couch. "I should really put away these groceries... who am I kidding? I’ll get Bonny to put 'em away when she gets home." carefully I placed the bags of produce over near the doorway to the kitchen and set down on the couch in the way those ‘Humans’ do from the myths, along with that human named Dillon had while he was in town. I only saw the guy once or twice in the market and Bonny couldn’t take all the boasting ‘I was right! I was right! I was right!’ "Bonny always hates when I sit like this..." I couldn't help but chuckle at the reaction I get from her every time she sees me like this. "Okay sitting here in the dark is kind of... Creepy." reaching over to turn on the lamp setting at the end of the couch I noticed the door. "Horse feathers... I forgot to close the front door." letting out a sigh I simply magicked it close, then the eerie silent of the room became very clear as a creak from the wooden floor down the hall to our rooms echoed through the house like nails on a chalk board. Soon I heard another creak from the floor boards down the hall this was closer than the last. "Bonny is that you? You know it's dangerous to walk around with the lights off..." another creak this one was even closer and louder than before. "Bon Bon this isn't funny, so jokes over..." I slowly looked over the back of the couch toward the hall way. The hallway looks really creepy with just this lamp on. CREAK "B-bon B-bon... t-this is not f-funny... a-a-any... m-more..." my voice rose to a squeek as I started to shrink in the couch. CREAK Okay Bonny wouldn't take a joke this far... some strange pony is in the house I thought as I slowly slid off the front of the couch and onto the floor while trying not to make a sound. I need to find something to protect myself with... While searching around for a weapon, my heart was beating loud enough that it was starting to drown out everything else around me. Pillow... no... Book... no... Clock...no... Stone hand statue... Prefect... I'm ready, Humans use their hands for defense so can I! I calmly focus my magic on the statue and I brought it over to me. "Wait... why did the creaking stop?" with weapon in hand... er hoof I prepared myself to look back over the couch at the hallway. Just calm down... take it slow... I have a weapon and the element of surprise on my side. clop,clop,clop,clop. "It was a pony... they’re going back down the hall... now’s my chance!" jumping up from my place in front of the couch with hand at the ready. I lunged... " AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"