The Friendship Fighters

by FeatheredWings


Chapter Eight

Moon Bolt returned to his house to find it covered in flour and eggs splattered across the walls. He looked in the kitchen to see that Shadow was completely covered in flour and holding an egg in her hoof. Electric's mane was slicked with egg and he was holding a bag of flour in his light blue magic over Shadow's head. Aside from the chaos, there was a stack of steaming hot pancakes sitting on the counter, untouched from the food war.
Moon Bolt walked toward them with slight anger on his face. He stepped in something squishy with his front hoof. He looked down to see that he had stepped on a chef's hat covered in what appeared to be broken eggs. His expression immediately distorted into one of disgust. He shifted his attention back to the two.
"What is going on here?" he asked while trying to shake the hat off his hoof. The hat flew off and stuck to the floor. Shadow looked Moon in the eye for a good five seconds before lobbing the egg she was holding at him. Moon had no time to react before it hit him in the face. Electric started to giggle when Moon pulled his eyes closed. When Moon opened them again, a torrent of flour covered him.
Shadow fell over in a fit of laughter. She used to have fun like this with her brother, Thunder Bolt. Only they used rain clouds and soft lightning. She smiled at the memory of them messing around with each other before a wave of sadness crashed over her. She used to think of days when he would move out and be gone. The only difference was that she knew she would see him again when he would move away. She's not too sure this time.
Moon Bolt brushed the egg and flour from his face. The combination of the two rendered it to be a sticky mess. The resistance of the hat made sense now. When he could finally see again, he looked over to Shadow and Electric. The unicorn nearly doubled over at Moon's struggled. The pegasus was standing still, a small smile and a sad look in her eyes adorned her face.
"Electric," Moon said sternly. Electric's stopped laughing and his mouth scrunched up.
"Yes, dad?" he replied shakily.
"Why is my house covered in eggs and flour?"
"We made pancakes," Electric said while gesturing to the pancake stack.
"That doesn't explain how-"
"I accidentally dropped a little bit of flour on Shadow. She overreacted and threw an egg at me. Then we had a food fight."
"Wrong," said Shadow. "I was stirring the pancake batter when you threw a whole bunch of flour at me. I thought to get payback and throw an egg at you. That's when the food fight started." Moon Bolt face-hoofed. Shadow looked quite pleased with herself at her explanation. "And I won the food fight," she added. Electric looked flabbergasted. "I shall claim spoils of war!" she shouted before launching herself at the pile of pancakes. Electric quickly pulled the pancakes away with his magic just as Shadow was about to bite it. Shadow ended up getting a face full of counter.
"Losers always get rewards," Electric said as he levitated a pancake into his mouth. He bit down on it, expecting a mouthful of delicious pancake-y goodness. What he got instead was a piece of regret in the shape of a mouthwatering pancake. He spit it out. gagging. Shadow laughed.
"I think you added too much flour," Shadow managed to get out between laughs. Moon chuckled and shook his head.
"Well then. I guess that meal won't do us any good," Moon said. "Tell ya what. Clean this mess up and I'll take both of you to Sugarcube Corner for a treat." Shadow cheered and shook herself. Flour flew off her coat until she no longer looked like a ghost. Electric left the room to gather cleaning supplies. The first task Shadow assigned herself was to pry the glued chef's hat from the floor.