Why
Why do things happen? Why do we die?
Death
What does it mean? What could it mean?
Decay
Think about it. It comes eventually. How can someone rush the progress of life?
Flesh
Life is a precious gift. Not to be taken lightly. Its a rare flower, needs tending loving care, attention, water. All needed to keep the flower of life in a beautiful bloom. But it is shredded, ripped, torn. Crunching like pebbles beneath the cruel foot of faith.
Blood
We need every aspect of our existence. Our pony existence. We need our organs, our manes, our tails. Our talents. One missing factor, however minor, impacts us. That really popular kid in the hall with the curly blonde hair. Next week he might dye it black. He might get it cut tomorrow. All those blond curls could disappear over the course of a half-hour. Next day, its talk of the school. But what about those who are less popular? They probably don't notice the unpopular kids. Think about this though: There are the really popular and awesome kids. There are the unpopular kids too though. These two deviants are noticed for different reason. Everyone notices the popular kid. Mainly because their popular. The really unpopular kids are noticed because they too stand out. Basically if your in a group, your chances of getting noticed rise. The populars, the sporty, the haters, the gamers. The brony's, the pegasisters, the creepy pasta readers. All seperate. But what happens...
When you mix them up a bit.
When you like more than my little pony
What ends up of us after their mixed up? The place enters total chaos. The teachers might enforce you to pick a random table, stay a few months. Who's at it?
It might be a brony at a table full of haters.
A guy gamer at a table full of obnoxious girly girls.
A scaredycat at a table of pasta freaks.
But what if we chose? We might be these friends at lunch:
1 Brony
3 pasta freaks
1 pegasister
2 gamers.
2 haters
It works.
Crimson Fang walked up to the town schoolyard. Multiple eyes glared at her. She ignored it, hoping she'd be left alone for once. The door was in sight. She started walking right for the door. As long as there's no...
"New kid! Come here!" Called a small orange Pegasus near a tree. She walked over slowly, hoping they'd be nice.
"Hey, ah'm Applebloom, but y'all can call me AB" said a yellow one. The unicorn then jumped in.
"Hi! I'm Sweetie Belle, these two are AB and Scootaloo. Who are you?
Crim felt nervous, trapped. Her batbony wings started perspiring under her saddle bags, which she usually wore. She wasn't sure what to say. She didn't want them to run from her because of her fangs.
"Well?" Said the orange one... Uhh.. Scootaloo. That's her name.
Trying to hide her mouth when she spoke, she almost whispered out,
"I'm Crimson... Hi..." They stood their for a few seconds before Crimson ran off. As she ran, the CMC noticed something. They noticed how Crimson too had no cutie mark! They realized they needed to find her, and quick. It was to late.
Sabre walked along a country road passed the school. There seemed to be an argument. He decided he'd break it up, its not like he had anything better to do. These to fillies were teasing another filly, still no cutie mark. He walked up, ready to stop them.