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// Chapter 5: The Loopy One 
// Story: Living Death and the Pony who understood 
// by The Fez and The Marcher 
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"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHH" Marcher moaned his face still scrubbing against the carpet for some reason or another. 

"Jeez you look like you're about to burst like a balloon and do something dumb" said Spike sitting on the couch and just staring at Marcher, still feeding the wooden floor his face. 

"I've got an idea!" Marcher's head shot up, like a bullet out of a gun. He ran in the kitchen, looking in cabinets and pulling things out one by one. "TEA! TEATEATEATEATEA! I NEED TEA WHERE'S THE FREAKING TEA?!" He yelled. 
"Maybe you should just calm down..." said Spike walking over to him. 

"DANG IT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?! I NEED TEA TO CALM DOWN! NOW HELP. ME. LOOK!" Marcher seemed to be in a frantic tone. 

"ugh...you're looking in the wrong place" Spike groaned. He went over and opened up a capinet. Smaller than the others in size but still identical to the apperance. He flung open the cabinet and inside it sat about 9 different types of tea. 

"SPIKE WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU HELP ME-" Marcher had just looked over to Spike, his arm folded and a drawer full of tea opened right next to him. "well then isn't that just conviniant that the drawer slid open?" Marcher smiled his maniac smile yet again.


MEANWHILE


"Ugh...I hate going over to Rarity's..." Groaned Magic Fez. 

"Magic come on..." said Twilight back. "it's not like her cat is going to scratch your eyes out or anything." she implied jokingly. 

"it's not the damned cat i'm worried about..." replied Magic Fez. "it's Rarity...she's been hitting on me since day one...it's just getting annoying...not to mention it's hard to be around her because when she gets so much as a SPECK of dirt in her mane she whines..." he lowered his head twitching his eye a bit. "and you know how much tolorance I have for things whining EXPECIALY when it's that loud..." Twilight stared over to him. 

"oh come on it's not THAT bad..." Twilight replied. Magic Fez starred back, one of his eyes narrowed, the other fully open giving her an "are you kiding me" kind of look. Twilight sighed. "okay...it is pretty bad..." They troughted on until Twilight had brought up a question. "what will she think of Marcher?" 

Magic Fez stoppped in his tracks and replied. "Let's...not worry about that just yet..." The rest of the walk was filled with an akward silence.


BACK AT THE TREE HOUSE


Spike was cleaning up the mess of things that Marcher had thrown onto the floor in the kitchen. Niether of them spoke until a knock at the door broke the silence. 

"I got it!!!" yelled Marcher. He ran to the door and hit his face on it, he then opened the door not caring if the pony was completly appaled by his apperance. 

"Oh! Hi there! how are you tonight Mr.Shadow Thingy?" The words came from a Pink pony smiling in the face of Marcher not seeming to care about his apperance. 

"I'm very fine ms....ms...ms.uhmmm" Marcher paused for a second as his pupils shot to opposite sides of his eyes, then returned to the pink mare standing before him. "I'm not sure we've met yet have we? I'm Black Marcher shadow pony it's a pleasure to met you ms...." he stopped again putting out his hoof, the pink pony shuck his hoof with two of hers. 

"Ms.Pie! Pinkie Pie to be exact!" She gave him a bright smile then a frown. "oh golly gee! now I have something else to do!" She started to dash away. "Bye Mr.Marcher!" she yelled over her shoulder. 

"WELL...I thought I was the Loopy One!" said Marcher aloud, his tea now cold.


END OF CHAPTER 5