//------------------------------// // Chapter 3 - Plainly Not Expected // Story: Applejack's Vampire Sibling // by firebirdabirdoffire //------------------------------// Hello there, I'm Retcon Fairy. Don't worry, Exposition Fairy sent me to tell you that we're low on effort juice. So if it seems less polished than before you may be right. But everything will be going to plan, unless Inspiration Fairy feels like improvising. ~Retroactive Continuity Faerie, Of the Killer Imagination Dept. A while later... "Ah velcome back class, take a seats. I vant to give everypony a 'eads up." Ms. Conceptie said to her students. "Everypony, we once again 'ave projects that needs co-operation. For those who forgot what that means: two of you need to work together to make a project that does something useful. To show what a force the real super power of team work really is." Ms. C looks at one of the seat with squinting eyes and a sigh. "Looks like Dumb Luck is once again sick, has broken something or sick again. So we're at an odd number. Hmmm... Say, Pinkie." She pointed at the filly. "PINKIE!!" A pink filly dropped her doodling to jump in the air, with combusting confetti out of herself. "Yes, ve know who you are at this point, please clean that up later. I can't remember if you've done such a project like this since you moved here." "Mmmm... Nope," She shook her head. "I don't think so." "Then you'll get two partners! Let's see..." Her eyes scanned the class, to find two complementary partners. So naturally she chooses "Applejack and Rarity." "WHAT!" "NAH!" "Now, now, girls. Don't worry, Pinkie vill make sure you two don't kill each other." "Grrrrrr..." They gargled as they glared at each other. Pinkie wasn't sure in who's eye she'd look for this staring context. 'Hope I can find my stressball...' The farmer filly thought. 'Let's hope I don't have to do much...' The artsy wannabe taylor looked at her hooves. 'This is gonna be the best whatever we're doing ever!' The party pre-pony went back to doodling. "It needs to be finished..." "Saved by the bell" later... "So whadya wanna do guys? Oooo, we could make a whirligig." "Why, that sounds like a great idea Pinkie. That should be over quickly." "No, it's not just any whirligig, a flying whirligig! It could take us to the sky!" "That's..." Applejack put her hoof on her chin. "Pinkie, did you do milk again?" Accused Rarity. "Don't worry, I've made at least two of those back on the farm. If I made several back at the rock farm, if I had wood I make them fly them like seven stories instead of one-half." "If ya say so... How hard is it to build?" Applejack queried. "Nope, I've made at least two of those back on the farm. And if I made several back at the rock farm out of rocks and bicycle parts, just think what we can do if we had wood! We can make them fly them like seven stories instead of one-half. I've brought the blueprints with to Ponyville, but not my toolbox..." After a few second processing all the stuff Pinkie said a filly her age probably shouldn't know. "Mom's got a lotta'f them we could those." "Great, I'll race home to find the blueprint. See ya at the Applefarm." "WAIT!" Rarity and Applejack said for different motives. But there was no Pinkie no more, only a pink puff of smoke and a pony running in the distance. "Great, why did Ms. Conceptie have to pair us up again?" Rarity yammered. "Yeah, why couldn't I work with Bright Meadows?" Applejack told her. "I would've gone with Lucky Fortune." "Or Cosmic Colour." "Or Coltrane." "Or..." Near the Sweet Apple Acres... "How 'bout Dumb Luck?" Applejack asked. "Hmmm... No, he's too Blue, he hurts my eyes." Rarity simply answered. "Hi guys!" A pink voice a few meters behind them yelled. "Hi/Hello Pinkie." The unfriendly enemies said. Rarity looked at the blue things sticking out of Pinkie's saddlebag. "Are those blueprints?" Rarity has never seen one, just letting you know. "Yup." Next to the garage door... Applejack hoof leaned against the garage door, preventing her "partner"s from entering prematurely. "Okay, listen up." She got their attention. "Don't go upstairs, it's dangerous." "Is the smell so horrid?" Rarity got a mean snark in. "Was the creature from the lagoon there? Bet you guys are still cleaning it up." Pinkie reasoned. "Um..." Applejack thought quick. "Close enough. We're um... How did mom put it?" Applejack was faking recalling what what wasn't said by scratching head. "We're repainting the first floor." She obviously lied. "For safety don't leave the garage." She finally opened the door. A feral pony with sunglasses jumped out form the other side and attacked Rarity. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! GETITOFMEGETITOFME!!!" She obviously noticed the fangs, ears, tongue and anormal wings. "No don't do that, Flutters!" Fuji went directly after the feral. "So much for keeping ya guys safe..." Applejack muttered, mainly to herself. Fuji was doing a good job keeping Flutter and Rarity apart. "Rarity, do you have fruit in your saddlebag?! "Yes I do, Mr. Apple!" "Give it to her!" Fuji demanded. Rarity threw a Kiwi over the menace. Flutter went after it and tongue grabbed it. "What is that monster!?" Fuji sighed. "An unfortunate filly. Follow me inside I'll explain. Oh, and never tell anybody about her." "Yes Mr. Fuji." Pinkie and Rarity said in unison. "Why did you have that kiwi with you, Rarity?" The former asked. "I forgot to give it to Ms. Conceptie." Was the answer. "Suck up." Were Applejack's two bits. Which got her a raspberry. The Apple family living space... "...that's how the Okay Depression got started, don't you know." "Dad, please get back on topic, I can't keep the bat in place " Applejack said in a cranky tone as she struggled to keep her housemate in the room. The Apple spamily fiving lace... "...and that's how it happened." "Aw.. Poor girl." Pinkie petted the ponybat, she didn't fear the monstrosity. Because Pinkie doesn't discriminate unless it's a foreign spiritual zebras thanks superstitious fear. But most likely won't happen. "Um... Yes...Poor girl..." Rarity less so. Fuji rose from his seat. "I'm telling you, don't tell anypony about her. Please. We still need time to figure what to do with her." He said as he walked over to to Flutter to pick her up. "Yes, Mr. Apple." The guests said. Applejack just sighed in relief. "We're gonna go back to the garage, dad. We gonna need a lotta time for this one." "Okay, girls. Have fun, just ask if you need help, and don't hurt intentionally Rarity like the last time, Applejack. That goes for you too, Rarity, all of us won't let you live it down if you two don't." "Yes, Dad/Mr. Apple." Fuji walked up the stairs, with Flutter on his back. Pinkie, standing in between the two, looked to one to the other. Once they entered the garage, Applejack gave a twist on what she said to herself for a while now. "Ah hate 'er." "I can see what you mean." Rarity agreed. Later... "Bathroom break over, what did I miss?" Pinkie asked to her partners. "We botched it." Rarity answered. "I told her that the propeller should be on top, not in front." "But you placed the wheels in the wrong triangle formation on first!" Applejack pointed at her nothing-in-common rival. "Yes, yes I did. But that just means you're just as much to blame now." Pinkie inspected the mess. A mess might be too harsh, it wasn't even close to being finished, but it was barely started too. The mistake is irreversible at this point, don't ask how it just is. "Hm... Looks like we need to improvise, something went wrong... Somepony installed the propeller vertical... Now the pedals can't reached using four hooves." To give you a better idea how it looks: The contraption's propeller pointed slightly diagonally upwards. This is because the singular wheel in the back is shorter installed than the two in front. Do you see what this thing is gonna become? And how? If you do, don't tell that jerk next to you. Yeah, you, the one I'm pointing to. "I'm stumped." Pinkie said because she didn't know. "Now whadwe gonna do?" Applejack said kinda defeated, fearing another wrath of Ms. Conceptie. It involved more homework. Suddenly, as if there was a god of random conveniences that cared for a second, a bat flew through the window. That's when these fillies clearly became the three Bat-Mares. "AAAaaah!" The fillies screamed. The bat came closer, and closer, and closer. Spiraling to the ground, the fillies went to a corner. The bat landed on the ground And transformed into take a guess... "MOM, FLUTTER TURNED INTO A BAT AND BACK!" Applejack shouted annoyed. "Stay here, it's won't hurt you, intentionally." She ran to her mom. Pinkie calmed down as she looked at the wings. "Looks neat." She got inspiration. At the same time Flutter darted for the unforeshadowed apple basket. Later... Still in the Garage, and an Explanation from Gala "She probably lost her [sun]glasses as she became a bat, and tried to hide from the sun light." Rarity reasoned. (That's my excuse.) "DONE!" Pinkie build just build the first Equestrian bi-plane. "I'm sure this will work, I'm sure it will work! We did it." Even if Pinkie did all the real work. But don't tell her, she's happily bouncing around. "Thank you, oh so much." As she shook Flutters hoof violently but lovingly. Meanwhile, in the KID, Inc. Office "Where's Spellcheck? I can't find that jerk." A panicky voice vibrated through the air. "She's either slacking off, sick, both, sic or anything in between. It's hard to tell." Said the Inspiration Fairy playing Rare Replay, those stamps are annoying on Kameo. That plucked the Writer Fairy's last straw. His head clasped against his head as he screamed. "GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgh." That last G was guttural. "Can't we do anything right?!" His voice cracked, along with a desk when the fists collided with it. "We did plenty things right. You should know better than the rest of us. We also things we like to forget. The only reason why things have been slow because we're lazy." Writer sighed. "And grown disinterested." He followed up, he stayed down. "Not to mention unmotivated." "Yes, it's a shame, you're probably the best staff member." He complimented IF. "I also enjoy your work, WF." IF paused his game. "Really?" He sounded glad for once. "Not that you're any good mind you, this chapter especially feels weak." "Oh..." He said feeling destroyed, yet didn't really show it. Not that that matters. "You just make it an... interesting read to say the least." "Whatever..." "Don't worry buddy, just a few dozen chapters left, plus a few season 1 episodes to rewrite. And once this is done we can resume the fun stuff we've been working on." WF got an great idea. "What if we condense everything into the next chapter by pasting all the important notes?" "I'm for it. Mask it as a peek into the future chapter, the universe fast-forwarding or blame Retcon. Worst... or maybe best case scenario we put it up for adoption afterwards" "I'm on it, IF. But first to find speel Chec." As WF turned around he saw camera on a desk. "Is that thing running?" "What thing?" WF pointed at it. "Looks like it is." IF stood up and looked closer. "NO! There's a Video-to-Text converter attached!" "What?! Turnitoffturnitoff!!"