//------------------------------// // What Are Friends For? // Story: All Over's Unique and Fantastic Life. // by BronySquidiness //------------------------------// ~ Two Weeks Later~ All Over is in a rage. The strange feeling is back, Big Macintosh won't tell him his Idea, Twilight is the FOCUS of the problem, and he cannot figure it out himself . Whilst smashing assorted items in his shop, the cogs in All Over's mind start turning. This goes on for a hour, with All Over pacing around his home all the while. Quite suddenly, All Over looks the heavens and Exclaims "That's it!!!". He pulls out his modified typewriter from a pile of inventions and starts typing a letter. Dear Soarin, Old pal, I need your help. I've been having a problem as of late, and I believe you can help me with it. I understand that this is sudden, but the situation is dire. Report to my home in Ponyville as soon as possible. Respectfully, All Over. The parchment falls to the desk, and All Over sighs. This has to work. ~The Next Day~ There is a series of knocks on the door. All Over realizing who it MUST be, throws a disintegration potion onto the door. As Soarin's hoof was just on the door, and he leaped back in surprise when the door suddenly turned in to dust. Dusting himself off, Soarin screeches "What the hay!?! You could have (he gestures towards the door) done THAT to me!!!" "I couldn't have hurt you, the potion only destroys what it touches."All Over nonchalantly states. " And why did you destroy your front door? You could have opened it." Soarin asks agitated. "I have hundreds of front doors, I had no need to open it."He answered cooly. "Where did you get hundreds of front doors?" Soarin suspiciously asks. "After his reformation, I made a deal with discord. I got a magic bag filled with several hundred doors, and he had me light Angel Bunny on fire." All over replies cooly. "You lit a BUNNY ON FIRE!" Soarin exclaims. "Hey, I poured water on him immediately. He only got 1st degree burns." All Over replies. "Why would the god of chaos want a bunny burned?" Soarin asks. "Meh, he said something about Fluttershy abuse." All Over replies. Soarin sits up and scratches the back of his head. He says "You know what, I'm gonna end this conversation before it drives me mad.". "What is so bad about madness? I completely insane and I love it." All Over replies happily. Soarin just nods his head sadly. He walks inside and joins All Over on the couch. "So buddy, what do you need? I gave up my one break a month to do this." Soarin begins. "I am getting this warm, odd feeling around one of my friends and I need guidance on what it is." All Over redundantly says. "What is the Stallions name?" Soarin asks. "It's a mare, and why did you assume it was a stallion?" All Over asked confused. "Oh well, I always assumed....." Soarin trails off. "You assumed what?" All Over asked again. "Nothing!!!" Soarin quickly cut in. "Well, her name is Twilight Sparkle and she is a unicorn." All Over replied, still wondering about the earlier comment. "Tell me, do you think of Twilight often?" Soarin asks inquisitively. "Fairly often, she says very memorable things." All Over answers. "No, do you think of HER?" Soarin asks more forcefully. "Erm........ Yes, on occasion." All Over awkwardly answers. "Well then, I have easily come to a conclusion." Soarin states matter-of-factly. "What!?! Tell me!!" All Over begs. "You have feelings for Twilight Sparkle. Plain and simple." Soarin says slowly. All Over's eyes go wide, and he falls face first to the floor. "Soarin?" He says pitifully. "Yes All Over." Soarin replies curtly. "You can leave, I'm gonna need awhile to process this." He says. "Thank you, by the way." He adds. "What are friends for?" Soarin says as he walks out of the building.