//------------------------------// // Chapter 1 // Story: A Siren's Sunset // by HarmsytheWoonalova //------------------------------// Sonata huffed, her arms crossed against her chest. No one ever asked why she and her sisters had done what they had did. The students didn't understand that the sirens’ plans wasn’t out of malice towards anyone. It was just an act of survival. As a result, she tried to conceal her face, but her hooded sweatshirt only covered so much. Sonata could not escape the stigma to which her actions have wrought. She walked down that lonely paved sidewalk she always trod, her eyes set forth in a haze of her self. Her sisters always figured she was the weakest link. Now that their channels were gone, they decided to leave their companionship behind. Suddenly, she felt drops of water fall upon her face. She didn't want to get stuck in the rain, but as she raced to get to her destination: Sugarcube Corner, the heavens opened and the rain in its relentless torrent drenched her to the bone. To escape the lashing of the rain and wind, she threw herself through the doors of the shop, frowning as she lifted her fingers to battle against the sky blue strands invading her sight. “Geh-hey!” She whined. “Aw!” Sonata worked her fingers to unknot the fibres. “Stupid hair.” “Sorry?” Mrs. Cake blinked. “Um…” Sonata slowly lowered her hands from her head. “Hair.” “Hair?” Mrs. Cake raised a brow. “Are you okay?” “Yes!” Sonata squeaked, as she looked around the shop. “Um… do you have tacos?” Mrs. Cake shook her head slowly. “No… we sell cakes. We’re a sweet shop.” Sonata stared back. “So you don’t sell tacos?” Mrs. Cake resisted facepalming herself long enough to smile and lean against the countertop. “We have carrot cake and various other flavors.” “Oh.” Sonata looked across the display. She pointed randomly. “I’ll have that.” “Okay! Double chocolate fudge cake. That will be ten dollars.” “Oh...” “Oh?” Mrs. Cake eyed. “... I don’t have that much.” Mrs. Cake frowned. “Well, how much do you have?” “... nothing?” Sonata beamed. Mrs. Cake did not respond the sentiment. “Well we do have an opening, with Pinkie Pie opening her own party shop,” she placed a finger to her lips, “you could help out the shop and you could earn free meals.” “FOR REALZIES?!” Mrs, Cake blinked as she felt her hands grasped by the girl. “Uh… yeah?” “Awe-some!” Sonata squeed. It had been a few days after Sonata started working for the Cakes, and the sun was just beginning to shine through the shades as sonata slept peacefully. Though it wouldn't last for very long as Pinkie erupted into her room. “I have the greatest idea ever that did ever graced the bestest idea that ever graced-wait… what… no! I am right! GREATEST IDEA EVER!” She screamed. Sonata lifted her head from the pillow her hair half covering her face. “Huh?” “Taco-balloons.” “What?” Sonata started eyes widened with delight sweeping strands of hair from her sight. “Can we eat that?” “NO!” Squeaked Pinkie Pie a huge smile on her face. “But think!” “It’s seven in the morning!” Sonata whined. “Thinking takes thinking!” “So?!” Pinkie Pie bounced around the room. “... I’d rather eat fajitas than think.” Pinkie Pie paused. “Wow! You’re a genius.” “Can I go back to sleep?” Sonata whined, throwing the covers over her head. “NO!” Pinkie Pie hopped on the bed, moving to swipe the fabric from Sonata’s body. Sonata blushed as the covers were thrown from her. “HEY!” Pinkie Pie paused, locked in a state of awkward glee. “Um...” Sonata poised below the pink haired one like a crab. “Um.” “Oh-kay… I’m gonna go this way and pretend I did not see you nude.” Sonata nodded. “Thanks, well… now that I’m probably not going to get back to sleep. I should probably get dressed.” As Sonata swung her legs over the edge of the bed, she felt her feet come in contact with something... farting. Sonata placed a hand to her forehead. “Urgh, really?.” “You SO fell for that!” Pinkie Pie called out. “Well, technically you stepped in it.” “I am going to mix paprika in your breakfast!” Sonata shook a fist to the ceiling, standing up, howling dramatically. And then she heard crying. Sonata clamped her hands over her lips and rushed out into the hallway. She met Pinkie Pie there and they shared similar expressions. “Did we wake the Cakes?!” Pinkie Pie panicked. Sonata shook her head. “We woke the babies! We need to be-” Mr. Cake appeared into hall and stepped towards the baby room. “I got this-AHRGH!” Pinkie Pie blinked as she watched Mr. Cake writhe and throw himself away from their general direction, though noted with a turn of her head Sonata’s completely naked figure. “OOOOOOOOOOOH! That makes sense.” Pinkie exclaimed. Sonata realized what he was freaking out about and rushed into the bedroom with a squeak. She placed herself in front of a mirror and stared at herself. “... I don’t understand what is so terrifying.” She blinked. “You’re nude,” Pinkie giggled as she poked her head around the corner, “silly filly.” Sonata questioned. “Filly?” Pinkie Pie corrected. “Girl!” “What?” Sonata shook her head and turned to regard Pinkie Pie. “Is this bad?” “You might want to get dressed before ol’ Mr. Cake has a heart attack.” Sonata eyes went wide. “Oh shizzle-da-fizzle!” She ran around the room like a chicken with it’s head cut off. Sonata finally ran to her bed and grasped the covers that were haphazardly thrown across it and wrapped it around her body, pushing Pinkie Pie out of her room. “Shoo, I need to get dressed!” Once Sonata was alone, she pressed her back against the door and slid to the floor. She sighed placing her head in her hands. “It’s not like we wore clothes on the other side of the mirror,” she whispered, “but its true this world is different… yeah.” Sonata shrugs then and stands up looking through her dresser before finding something to wear. “You dressed yet silly?” Pinkie Pie giggled with a knock on the door. “The twins have stopped crying.” “I’m almost ready,” Sonata replied to Pinkie, pulling on a pair of black jeans instead of her usual skirt. A few minutes after she started to calm down from the mornings excitement, she took a deep breath and walked over to the door. Opening it she prepared herself for a lecture, only to find herself staring into light cerulean eyes. “Gah!” Sonata exclaimed, leaping back, “Pinkie pie don’t do that!” Pinkie pie giggled, stepping back a bit with a bright smile on her face. “Well you were taking so long,” she stated to Sonata, “ I almost fell asleep with my face against the door and-” “Oh… Mr. Cake,” Sonata turns her gaze to him as he approached, tuning out Pinkie, “I’m sorry about this morning, I hope you can forgive me for the little excitement this morning.” “Just... please get dressed before coming out next time.” Mr. Cake sighed, averting his eyes from the blue haired one. A silence soon fell over them. It was quite awkward. Mr. Cake finally nodded and headed to go get ready for the day, “Oh! Sonata? Can you go down and sweep the store’s floor before we open. Tonight's a big night as there's a birthday party we’re hosti-” “Did you say party!”