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// Frozen in her moose tracks 
// Story: Sweetie mime 
// by MidnightFMare 
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	Sweetie Belle sighs and looks at the floor, debris still caking the entire room from Scootaloo's machine. She raises her broom and dust pan, scrubbing like she was told
She looks up and fluttering around picking up dust is Fluffy, who lands next to the filly to brush off "Thanks Fluffy" she says, the moth flittering due to the praise
Hoofsteps approach the door, followed by a bell chiming "Whoa... what happened?" Sweetie looks up and standing in the doorway is Lyra Heartstrings, her mentor
"My friend thought that landing a space and time machine in the middle of the shop was a good idea" She replies, brushing her pet
"... I understand perfectly, happens all the time to me" she replies, her horn lighting up
"What are you-" Sweetie asks, the whole store glowing gold
"Collecting the dust and putting it outside to burn" the unicorn says, the dust flowing out the door like a river 
"Burn?"
Lyra smiles "Yup, watch this" she fires a bolt of magic at the last of the dust, the entire cloud bursting into flames with a golden brilliance "I just hope your sister doesn't noti-" A shrill scream cuts through the air
The green unicorn looks up at the window and ruffles Sweetie's mane "... Run!"

Hiding in a hollowed out tree full of maple syrup bottles*, Sweetie sticks her head out and looks around "We are all clear green leader; I repeat, we are clear"
A mass of grass lifts itself from the ground, pulling down a zipper "Understood white leader, over and out"
Sweetie places her hooves on the outside of the trunk and grunts "I... I think I'm stuck"
Lyra hooks her hooves around Sweetie's shoulders and pulls, the filly dislodging with a pop, causing Lyra to fall on her back, filly on her chest
"You need to lay off the sweets Sweetie" the mare chuckles
Sh-She's so close... Sweetie thinks to herself, a massive blush spreading across her face "Uh thanks... I'll try..."
Lyra cocks her head "Why is your face turning red?" Sweetie coughs, rubbing her face "N-no reason... my blood is rushing to my head" 
The mare presses her forehead to Sweetie's, crossing their horns Oh Celestia, our horns are touching! she inhales deeply, mint and cream flooding her nostrils "Mint ice cream..."
"What?" Lyra asks, raising an eyebrow
Sweetie coughs again "I said 'I want ice cream' we should get some"
Lyra nods "But first... would you mind getting off me? People might get the wrong idea"
"Oh! Right!" Sweetie scrambles off of Lyra, who laughs "We finished running from your sister and you want ice cream. You are a piece of work kid"

"What do you mean you're out of ice cream?!" Lyra yells, sticking her head into the freezer
"Miss Pie bought it all a few minutes ago. She may be a complete bowl of nuts but she's good for business" the stallion says, pushing his cart forward, Lyra's head jerking out of it "I guess we could go ask Pinkie if she would spare some" Sweetie nods, not listening to the wise mare's words
"To the segways!" she pauses "Right, haven't built one of those yet..." she ponders, the snow white filly looking around for an idea when Scootaloo jumps on her "RANDOM ATTACK!"
Lyra blasts the orange filly out of the air without thinking "Chickens scare the heck out of me... way too much time playing legend of Marelda I guess..." Scootaloo dusts herself off and grins "I will go back in time and do this again to get it right!" she runs off and Lyra shrugs "Weird kid, Ice cream?"
Sweetie nods and they set out for Sugarcube corner

Lyra turns the key to the refrigeration locker of Sugarcube corner "How do you have keys to Sugarcube corner Ms. Heartstrings?"
"Five finger discount" 
"But you don't have fingers" Sweetie says, to which the mare smiles "Pneumatic extendo-hands"
Sweetie nods and Looks around the sloped basement, shivering "I'm cold... eep!" Lyra brushes closer to the shivering filly, placing a hoof around her barrel "Better?"
Sweetie blushes and nods "M-Much..." lighting her horn, the large crystals of ice and frozen ingredients sparkle like a mineral-rich cave "It's pretty in here..."
Lyra smirks "If you like frozen- NEIGHTON'S TOES! ICE CREAM CASTLE!" standing in the center of the large basement is a castle made of ice cream and candies, pinkie pie sculpting a ball of butter-brickle into a brick "Now with this the south wall should stand up without the wooden popsicle support posts... which I can use for the drawbridge over my hot-fudge moat... I sense ponies in mine realm" She looks up and smiles "Hi guys! What can I help you with?"
"FEED ME!" Lyra yells , biting Pinkie's brick before jerking away "OW! My teeth!" she covers her mouth, tears forming "That was cruel..."
Pinkie shrugs "You bit into my brick and that would hurt quite a bit, dig?" she presses the brick into place and plucks out a soft serve cone "Have this, I can make more" her attention shifts from the mare and to Sweetie Belle "You're back early"
Sweetie grimaces "That I am, so, why did you launch me into space?"
Pinkie rolls her eyes "Mimes are not funny, they are nothing more than fake clowns and I like the art of the clown. I make ponies happy, Mimes creep them out, ergo, I remove the pantomiming menace by launching them into space where they can do no harm. QED"
Lyra shivers "You broke humor law number 35 Pinkie, 'Do no harm to other comedians unless funny or in good humor' I am afraid I have to report you to the grand poobah of the comedy club lodge" she shakes her head "You'll be lucky to have a membership let alone be pardoned, even if you are leader of the Ponyville chapter"
Pinkie smiles "Of course... would you like to see the inside of the castle since you're already here?" Lyra nods and Sweetie shivers

The cell door closes with a loud rattle as the spoon deadbolts slam home "In hindsight, I should have seen this coming" Lyra muses, and Sweetie groans "Are you really this stupid, or are you just clueless?"
"Yes"
"I- What?" Sweetie scratches her head "What was I saying?"
"That you were going to become a filly-sicle that I will use to decorate the inside of my castle with... an eternal subject frozen in time... Strike a pose" Pinkie raises a bucket of water and Lyra takes the opportunity to strike "The thinker" pose "Ready"  
Sweetie gapes "You're a unicorn! Blast her!'
"So are you"
"Oh" Sweetie turns "I forgo-AH!" Pinkie slips a ring over the filly's horn "M-My magic!"
Pinkie smiles before dousing the filly and mare with water "The bars are made of a lead-silver alloy that prevents magic, the popsicle interior wall supports are blessed, enchanted anti-magic and anti-melt, along with being harder than concrete... the water that's sapping your body heat is a special sugar and salt water solution that will freeze harder and quicker than normal water... and the floor is actual steel and concrete under the frost and tiles, recycled from old ships and welded by me"
"W-w-w-w-w-w...w..." Sweetie stutters, crystals forming on her lashes and sensation fading in her hooves
"'Why?' I think that I like you too much to let this world have you when I can have you for all eternity, pristine, perfect, and preserved" she licks the filly's now-dripping nose "Don't worry, freezing to death is a nice way to die. You get really warm after a while" Pinkie giggles "I know from personal experience"
Sweetie shivers as her hooves stick to the floor and she turns to Lyra "I c-c-c-can't m-move..."
Lyra shrugs stiffly "Should have struck a pose"
Sweetie looks at her "A-a-and to th-th-think... I nev-nev-nev-never got my first k-k-k-kiss..." she whimpers and Lyra wipes away her tear "It's okay, at least I can visit"
Sweetie smiles "Y-yeah... wait 'v-v-visit'?"
Lyra wipes ice crystals off her neck "Yup, one thing I've learned about Pinkie is that she leaves obvious ways out of her traps" Lyra lights her horn and the sound of jingling keys emanate from the lock followed by the sound of the deadbolts retracting "Bye-bye" Lyra waves, walking away before slapping her forehead "Almost forgot something"
She grabs the uneaten soft serve from where she set it down "Not cookie dough but it'll do" she muses, closing the door and locking it "Don't wanna be rude and leave it unlocked"
Sweetie gapes
And gapes
...



Because she is frozen

Lyra slaps her forehead and sticks the cone onto her horn "Forgot Sweetie"
Turning the key, she presses a hoof to the filly's neck "Hhhhmmm... she not dead yet Jim"

Lyra drops the melting filly into a warm tub, the snowy coated child rising with a gasp
Lyra laughs evilly "IT LIVES! IT LIVES!!"
Sweetie glares at her mentor "You would've left me to freeze?!"
"I remembered to get you!"
"Not before getting your ice cream cone!" Sweetie yells, splashing
"So I have slightly skewed priorities sometimes! I was hungry!" Lyra replies, splashing back
"Uhm... as interesting as this conversation is to watch, would you mind leaving my bath so that I may finish?"
Sweetie turns to regard the third voice, a cream-colored mare with a navy-blue and taffy-pink mane covered with soap
"Oh, right, I forgot this is 'Bonbon without Lyra' time... sorry" Lyra grins sheepishly, to which the mare gives a flat look "I wonder how you could forget when I made this whole day me time"
"Uh... I was almost frozen to death and made a permanent statue in Pinkie's frozen desert castle?"
"I know about the castle, she may be the competition but I am helping with decorating the interior and exterior... now get out Lyra before I sick my red-hot seekers on your behind" Bonbon pulls from a nearby box a remote control with a button on it reading "Insta-bonnacon**ification" 
Lyra squawks and retreats through the door "I'll see you tomorrow? Please not in the butt!!!" she screams, as Bonbon moves her hoof closer to the button
Bonbon sighs and looks at the soaking filly, holding her tail tightly over her own rear and chewing on the end nervously "I'm sorry... Please don't burn my butt"
Bonbon pulls the filly into a hug "Don't worry, only Lyra gets that punishment... so, You're Sweetie? I have heard quite a bit about you though you don't look like most of Lyra's friends"
Sweetie looks into the blue eyes of the hugging mare "What are they like?"
"Well... there's Time Turner, though he is an oddity in and of himself for many reasons, Derpy Hooves, Vinyl and by extension, Octavia...  though she isn't 'strange' just a bit less tolerant than I am" she laughs "So... as always, I must ask, do you believe in humans?"
"What are those?"
Bonbon sighs "A mythical creature Lyra is convinced exists. which is why she walks, talks, and sits the way she does... but also because she says I'm longer than the average pony and claims she knows I sit the way I do to force her to do the things she does because 'I know that she's right but I want to support her by being a diamond-butt about it'" she says in a perfect impression of Lyra's voice
"How did you do that?" Sweetie asks
"Hm? Oh I do voice acting and a little singing on the side" Bonbon replies, before dunking her head underwater and rising with a gasp "So... tell me about the time you've spent with Lyra"