//------------------------------// // The plan // Story: Mutant // by Romaji //------------------------------// 2025, May 23, 9:42 AM Twilight awoke to find the house was silent.Wait, where's Dev? This would have led to a frantic and panicked search through the house, about 4.2 emotional breakdowns (The .2 is for a minor emotional upset, not a full breakdown. Yes, that's way too precise) and 7 flashbacks. All of this was avoided because of a sticky note on the unicorn's horn. Wait, what's that on my horn? Twilight, I have a job. I was able to make a vacation yesterday, but today I need to to work. I'll be back by about 5:15 PM. Don't run on everything like a cat or a dog. I left some crackers and cheese out for your breakfast and lunch. Don't eat them all at once. Oh, and there is a bowl of water on the table too. Wait, do you know how to read a clock? Or even what one is? It's a device used to tell time, their is one in my room. It shows numbers... Aw nevermind. I'm not going to explain what a clock is on a sticky note. Or dogs and cats. Twilight, thankfully, already knew how to read a digital clock. She still didn't understand what a dog was, or what this new idea of a cat was. There has to be some way I can find out what these things are. She realized she could search for it on the laptop. I still have the knowledge box! I just have to search "What is a dog" and "What is a cat"! She ran to the stairwell, jumping off the stairs. She realized very quickly that this was a bad idea. I'm going to tumble down the stairs. Unless I can somehow pick myself up. She strained and struggled, and just as it was about to "Happen", she lifted herself enough to avoid it. Ok, that was way more dramatic then it needed to be. Not doing that again. Getting back up from her less than grateful landing, she ran over to the laptop, logged in, searched "Dog", and clicked the first result. The domestic dog (Canis lupus familiaris)[2][3] is a subspecies of the gray wolf (Canis lupus), a member of the Canidae family of the mammalian order Carnivora. The term "domestic dog" is generally used for both domesticated and feral varieties. The dog was the first domesticated animal[4] and has been the most widely kept working, hunting, and pet animal in human history. The word "dog" can also.... [1] Twilight couldn't understand it all. Never mind. I'll just ask fath... No, Dev. I don't have a father. She sat back on her seat... Which was the table. Whoops. She thought for a moment. I don't have a mom either. But Kittery was always my mom. Perhaps Deviant is my dad? Sure he can be. It shortens better. She didn't remember what she was going to do for a moment, but then it hit her. I have to get on The Daily Show. Ring... Ring... Ring... "Hello, This is Comedy Central. I'm almost certain I can't help you, since we get so many calls, and there is only so many slots. Sorry!" Twilight spoke into the phone, just like Kittery did in her last moments. "I would like to appear on the show." "Figured you were going to ask that. Sorry miss, but we don't have just any little girls on the show." Twilight got a little angry, but she kept it in. "I'm not a little girl, I'm a mare! Twilight to be exact." The intern responded with confusion. "Um... Twilight's dead. Are you sure you're right in the head?" Twilight's face scrunched. "If I was just some girl, could I say 'There you go, mister!' just like her?" The intern sounded a little shocked, then realized (what he thought) was up. "Oh, nice new voice you got there, Tara Strong. Sorry, but you're not scheduled for a re-interview." Twilight's build up of anger began to leak out a little. "I AM NOT TARA STRONG! ... What can I do to prove this?" The intern chuckles. "If you could get twenty photos of 'yourself' in a variety of positions with natural lighting and email them to me, then I could show it to the boss. Like that's going to happen. My email is 'not_fred128@ekaf.net'" Twilight hung up. Well, I have a better idea of how to execute my plan. Now I just have to take the pictures, and email them to him. Picking up a slice of stale cheese, and putting it in her mouth, she panicked a little. Oh, and I have to do all of that without dad knowing what's up, because if he does,he's not going to let me do it. She shut the laptop down, put the phone back on the hook, and attempted to satisfy her hunger with the rest of the cheese and crackers. Dev entered the front door. He felt like announcing he was home, but the fact Twilight wasn't sobbing he deduced he wasn't needed immediately. She takes remarkably good care of herself, given she just experienced extreme emotional trauma. I wonder what's up with that... Twilight was sitting on the table in the kitchen when Dev walked in. "TWILIGHT! I TOLD YOU TO STAY OFF THE TABLE!" Twilight used her trade mark puppy dog like eyes as she replied. "Sorry, daddy. It's a little hard to avoid it when it's the only way you can reach." Dev looked at the fillies hooves. "I realise now that was inconsiderate of me and... Wait, what did you just call me?" Looking a bit more concerned, Twilight replied. "Daddy..." Dev burst into a rage at ridiculous speed. "I. AM. NOT. DADDY! I'M JUST SOME UNTRUSTWORTHY MAN THAT PICKED YOU OFF THE STREET! SOMETHING YOU NEED TO KNOW IS THAT YOU HAVE NO DAD! I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO BE YOUR DAD! DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN, OR 'DADDY' WILL TOSS YOU BACK ON THE STREET! DON'T. TRUST. ME." Twilight fell backwards. Never mind. He's Dev, not dad. Good to know. Dev's teeth clenched. "ARE WE CLEAR!?" Twilight whimpered back. "Yes, dadd-" She stopped, then backpedaled. "I mean, Dev." Dev's face relaxed only slightly, his jaw still tight. "Good enough. Now I'm going to watch the news." He walked into the living room, turned on the TV, and out of the speaker, Twilight heard, "New info on the LSD Burger King scandal in Japan. There have been reports that people have seen a pink pony like shape, similar to Pinkie Pie, presumed dead in the raid of the genetics lab on May 21. "Said image appears to come up to them, say things in English, then walk out of line of sight. When someone goes around to investigate, the image is gone..." Twilight's eyes light up with recognition. She begins banging on the door "LET ME IN!" Dev turned the TV off. "Why would you want in? It's just the news." Twilight whimpered at the door. "But that sounds like my friend!" Dev laughed. "Heh. There is no possible way she could be there." Twilight got stern. "I know her. you don't. Shut up." Dev recoiled. "Rude!" A week passed, Twilight took pictures of herself for her plan. She smiled when she sent them the Daily Show. I am such a smart pony, I found out how to take images and how to email on my own. She called up the intern. "Am I Twilight now?" "Wait, what?" Twilight was confused. "Remember? Last time? About how you needed proof I was Twilight?" The voice on the other end recognized something. "Oh, I'm not the person you last spoke with. Do you have anything that points to him?" Twilight thought for a moment, then said. "His email is 'not_fred128@ekaf.net'." The intern that she called last time picked up. "Oh, so I got the email. I can't let you get on the show without an adult. I'm assuming he's out right now?" Twilight sighed. "Call back in two hours." "For what?" Twilight sighed again. "To confirm the time of the interview."