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// Sweetie Belle Is Making Cereal In Your Bed (Just A Fabulous Cat) 
// Story: Fimfic Authors Are In Your Bed 
// by Admiral Biscuit 
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Sweetie Belle Is Making Cereal In Your Bed
Just A Fabulous Cat

You let out a long sigh as you unlock your door and step into your house, knowing full well that another pony would end up being in your bed somehow. Like, why would you get a break from this living nightmare?

Taking slow, tedious steps forward, you eventually reach your room, where you open the door and shout,"Who's in here today!?"

A childish voice speaks up.

“Er, It’s me… Sweetie Belle…” 

You look on your bed. There’s a white unicorn filly with purple and pink hair sitting on your bed. But that’s not the only thing there. She’s levitating a cereal box, specifically Cocoa Puffs, along with milk, pouring the contents into a bowl casually. 

“...why?” 

It’s all you can say. There’s a unicorn filly with milk and cereal on your bed.

“What do you mean?” she replied, not even moving her head or eyes away from the task in front of her. 

Beginning to get agitated, you gesture to her with spastic movements of your hands. 

“Why are you pouring a bowl of cereal on my bed!?” 

“Oh, well one minute I’m making breakfast, the next minute the world explodes in a fiery ball of death and I find myself here, making breakfast again. Seeing as I’m hungry, I just shrugged it off and continued.” 

You don’t know how to respond. 

Continuing on her merry way, Sweetie Belle proceeds to hum a tune as she finishes pouring the milk, tossing the carton away as she moved on to the cereal. (Who does that? You always put the cereal in first!) 

Now normally you would care less, seeing as there are already Dorito bags scattered across your clothes-ridden floor, but the milk hits your Playstation 4, the creamy white liquid spilling all over it. 

You let out a scream of horror as you watch the scene unfold, running over to it in a frenzy. Proceeding to snatch the controller beside it and turn your TV on, you press the middle button in the center of your control. 

A few sparks come out of your Playstation, but besides that nothing happens. 

Tears welling up in your eyes as your vision becomes blurred, you drop down to your knees as let the controller fall out of your hand before letting out a choked sob. 

“M-my… my playstation…” you whimper, staring at it with shock and sorrow.

“Oh, relax. This kid Button Mash goes through those things at least once a month. You can buy another for, like, three bits at that Game Stop Horsified or something.”

She then proceeded to eat some cereal with a swift movement of her spoon. 

Your Playstation bursts into flames. 

“WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!” you scream out as you collapse onto your side, openly crying as your one true love burns in front of you. 

“H-Hundreds of dollars… wasted…  unable to play GTA5 for the next few months as I save up money from my crappy job… IS THIS SOME KIND OF SICK JOKE!?” 

Sweetie Belle scoffed. 

“Baby…” 

She then shifted in your bed, accidentally spilling her cereal as her hind leg kicks it.

You flat screen TV also bursts into flames. You cry some more. 

“Er, sorry…” she sheepishly replies as she watches you weep on the floor, covering your eyes with your hands and rolling around. 

“Kill me now God… just kill me!” 

And she watched the entire scene, dumbfounded. She usually just sets her own cereal on fire when this happens.

“I… I don’t know how to respond to this.” 

Her tail then taps the overturned bowl. Justin Bieber appears in your room. 

“Whoa, how did I get here?” 

A microphone then appears in his hand with a bright flash of white. Shrugging, he begins to sing. 

“BABY, BABY, BABY, I!” 

Shaking uncontrollably as you continue to cry by the two fires and Justin Bieber, you slowly turn your head over to a confused Sweetie Belle still lying on your bed. 

“I will cut you if you don’t leave now,” you hiss. The pain must end. 

Eeeping, she scrambles up to her legs, only to slip on the milk covered blanket and land straight on top of the bowl. 

Michael Bay appears. 

“Allow me to ruin your childhood.” 

“KILL MEEEEEEEE!”