//------------------------------// // Part 17 Sunset Shimmer Vs. The Dazzlings: Chapter 158 Chris Vs. Aria Blaze // Story: The Wheel and the Butterfly A Dan X Pinkie Pie Saga // by Justice3442 //------------------------------// The Wheel and the Butterfly A Dan X Pinkie Pie saga Part 17 Sunset Shimmer Vs. The Dazzlings Chapter 158 Chris Vs. Aria Blaze -oooooo- The once pristine stainless-steel kitchen was now a disaster area of destroyed and smashed vegetables, mushy piles of both raw and partially cooked ground beef, smashed taco shells, and blackened patches of burnt food that covered the occasional stove, wall, or part of the ceiling. In the eye of this ‘disaster food storm’ stood Trixie and Gibson as the pair stared at the blue-haired woman. In front of her, the woman had assembled a perfect pile of diced tomatoes, diced onions, shredded lettuce, and had even neatly filled a bowl with sour cream as a pan full of ground beef simmered gently next to a neat, tidy line of taco shells. The blue-haired woman dragged a block of cheese over a metal grater. “And then you grate some—” She closed her eyes and inhaled— “Hmmmmm…. Delicious cheddar cheese.” Trixie and Gibson nodded as they watched the woman. The woman’s eyes suddenly went wide as her lips spread out and opened into a dagger-smile. “The cheese hates this.” “…Uh-huuuuh…” Trixie said. The woman continued to grate the cheese, altering her pitch up slightly and speaking in a desperate tone as her smile remained. “‘No! No! Stop! Please! I’ll do anything! Stop! Ahhhhhh! I have a family! Please think of my little curds!’” Gibson and Trixie exchanged a worried glance. “Still like her?” Trixie whispered. “Well… She’s cute…” Gibson whispered back. “But yeah… We might die.” Trixie nodded solemnly. “Hold me?” “Only if you hold me back.” Trixie and Gibson wrapped their arms around each other as the woman continued to ‘torture’ the cheese. “‘Oh God! Why! WHYYYYYYYY! Just let me die!’” The woman suddenly closed her lips and smiled wide, tossing the remaining block of cheese behind her into a number of pans suspended on hooks in the kitchen. The pans clattered to the ground causing Trixie and Gibson to jump back. The woman quickly walked over to a cupboard and opened it, revealing a stack of white plates. She grabbed one from the middle plates and yanked it, bringing most of the remaining pile ‘crashing’ to the ground. Gibson pulled a face that was equal parts impressed and frightful. “She’s caused more damage than us just making tacos!” Trixie glanced around the now filthy kitchen full of debris and memories of out of control fires that nearly killed her and Gibson. “She’s some sort of kitchen force of nature.” “I’m still trying to figure out how she caused that sour cream fire! I didn’t even know that was a thing!” The blue-haired woman started neatly assembling tacos on the plate, putting the shells down before spooning up some of the ground beef. She began singing to herself as she did this, a somewhat nostalgic, familiar tune in a cutesy high-pitched voice that soon turned into an eerily unsettling song of her own creation. “Curious George, the curious little monkey? Where’s he going? Probably to your house… to look at things and break them! Maybe start a fire… You could die of smoke inhalation or burn to death! Why did you let a monkey into your home? You’re a dummy and deserve to die.” Trixie and Gibson shot each other yet another concerned glance, one of many they had shared since the blue-haired woman came into the kitchen. “Allll done~!” The woman practically sang out as she raised her taco platter up into the air. She began to saunter away, turning as she walked out of the kitchen to sing out, “Help yourselves~!” Trixie let out a sigh of relief. “Well, we lived.” Gibson nodded. “Yeah, but… You know that was Sonata Dusk, right?” he asked as a glop of ground beef fell from the ceiling to the floor behind him with a ‘plop’. Trixie shot Gibson an irritated glance. “Yes Gibson, Trixie isn’t stupid you know.” Gibson’s eyes widened and he leaned back slightly as his lips tightened. “Whoa! I mean… Shouldn’t we have done something?” Trixie sighed. “I kept spraying the air in front of her with chloroform. She didn’t even notice. At one point I accidently left my refill bottle on the counter and she drank it like it was juice.” The color drained from Trixie’s face slightly. “It didn’t even slow her down…” Gibson’s lips pulled back as he clenched his teeth. “Think we should warn everyone else?” “Later,” Trixie said as she walked over to the taco fixings. “Trixie is hungry.” -ooooooo- “Wow!” Chris exclaimed as a huge smile spread across his face. “Aria Blaze… I’m just… I’m such a huge fan.” Aria let out an extended sigh akin to a tire that just had a small puncture put into it. “Here we go…” Chris raised his fists to just a little under his chin as he shook them back and forth like an excited child. “I know you’re probably busy but… could you sign… Uh… erm…” Chris glanced up slightly and smiled, pulling off his bellhop hat. “Could you sign this hat?” Aria rolled her eyes. “Got a pen?” Chris puffed out his lips and frowned. He turned to Elise. Elise chuckled as she reached into her jean pocket and clicked the pen once. Chris’s face let up as Elise handed the pen to Aria. “Try not to click the pen two more times, alright?” Aria ignored the cryptic warning and snatched the hat from Chris, she quickly began to scrawl on the hat. “Thought they taught all you swanky hotel folk to not bug the celebrities.” “Sorry,” Chris said, “it’s my first day.” “Whatever…” Aria said as she handed the hat back to Chris and the pen back to Elise. Chris examined the hat. The sentence ‘GO F#&% YOURSELF!’ had been printed and big bold letters right above Aria Blaze’s signature that she had decorated with a flame motif. Elise stared at the hat as her cheerful countenance quickly sank into an ocean of anger. “Oh this is awesome!” Chris explained as he put the hat back on. Elise’s left eye twitched slightly. “Chris, take that off please.” “Heh, sorry beautiful,” Chris said as he took off the hat and looked at it. “Guess it is a little crude to wear around in public.” Elise turned and glared at Aria. “Do you always tell your fans to go fornicate themselves?” Aria nodded. “Always and without fail. It’s what they expect of me.” Chris continued to smile as he examined his freshly defaced hat. “It’s okay honey, it really is part of the ‘Aria Blaze’ experience.” Aria raised an eyebrow. “Beautiful? Honey? You two are pretty close for a couple of hotel employees. You two bangin’ or something?” Elise’s already narrowed eyes narrowed further. “‘Or something’,” she said through clenched teeth. Chris looked up from his hat. “Technically we’re doing the first thing too.” Aria looked Chris up and down, her focus remaining on his exposed shins and forearms a bit as her eyes took him in. “Is that why she makes you wear a uniform that’s way too small for you, dude? You’re her boy toy?” “That’s my husband,” Elise hissed out, “and I don’t make him do anything.” “Wait, you two are married and you make him dress like that? What the hell is wrong with you? What the hell is wrong with this hotel?!” Elise took a step closer. “I thought I just told you I don’t make him do anything.” “Uh… beautiful?” Chris said in a concerned tone. Aria closed the distance between her and Elise. “B!%&#, you better step-off.” “Hah!” Elise said cried in a derisive tone. “Who’s going to make me?! Some pampered popstar?!” “Er… Elise?” Chris said. “There’s something you might not know about Aria.” “Not now, Chris,” Elise said. “Okay, but…” Aria placed her left hand over her right fist and cracked her knuckles, then switched hands and repeated the motion. Her angry expression soon gave way to curved smile like a scythe ready to fall. “‘Pampered pop star, eh? Looks like I’ll get to skip my exercise routine tonight.” -oooooo- Dan, Pinkie Pie, and Sunset Shimmer traveled down the luxurious hotel hallway. Sunset’s boots practically slammed against the floor as she angrily stormed onwards, her fists held against her sides and clenched until her knuckles had turned white. Dan flung his hands to his sides as he followed behind Sunset. “Come on! We still have more floors to knock out all the people on!” Behind Dan, Pinkie happily bounded along. “We almost have enough accessories to have a fancy jewelry fight!” “I DON’T CARE!” Sunset snapped. “We’ve wasted so much time already! I just want to walk up there and scream and suplex until I get my way.” Dan scrunched his lips as a thoughtful expression crossed his face. “Well… I can at least relate to that.” Pinkie skipped ahead to the front of the line and knocked on the door. “Room service!” she called out sweetly. There was a heavy sigh from the other side. “Do I have to get up?” a feminine voice replied. Sunset’s eyes narrowed. “That’s it! Let’s blow up the door.” “Sweet!” Dan said as he turned on his heels. “You have explosives in your car, right?” “Doesn’t everybody?” Sunset replied. Pinkie turned and gave Dan and Sunset a slightly worried smile. “Guys, I got this.” Sunset and Dan frowned. “Fiiiiiine…” they both said reluctantly. Pinkie knocked again. “I have tacos!” “WHO CARES?!” The voice answered. “Welp, that didn’t work,” Sunset said. “Let’s blast the door open.” A crazed smile crossed Dan’s face. Pinkie smiled and rolled her eyes. “There’s a complimentary bottle of chaaaaampagne~!” There was a pause followed by the sound of steps hitting the floor. “Be right there.” Pinkie turned and smiled at Dan and Sunset, who both folded their arms across their chests and grumbled to themselves. There was a ‘click’ from behind the door before it opened revealing a woman with a mass of long, orange, curly hair. “Just give me the bottle,” She said as she held out her hand. “I do not require any glasses.” “YOU!” Sunset cried as the coals of her anger ignited into a blaze in her eyes. “YOU’RE THE ONE WHO—” Pinkie let out a shriek of girlish delight. “OH MY GOSH, DAN! ADAGIO DAZZLE’S HAIR IS EVEN FLUFFIER IN PERSON!” Invisible weights pulled at the corners of Adagio’s mouth as Pinkie bounded up behind her and began running her hands through the pop-star’s hair. “PINKIE!” Sunset snapped. “I’M TRYING TO WORK HERE!” “I DON’T CAAAAAAARE~!” Pinkie sang back. Dan chuckled to himself. Adagio glared out at Dan and Sunset as Pinkie continued to stroke her hair. “Seriously, do you have booze or not? ‘Cause I can use some right now.” “DAN! IT’S LIKE PETTING A FLUFFY ORANGE SHEEP!” Sunset narrowed her eyes at Adagio. “Listen, b!%&#! I have a bone to pick with you!” Dan smirked. “Oh, this oughta be good.” Adagio slowly raised an eyebrow. “I think you’re looking for Sonata… or Aria. They’re both trouble-causing idiots.” Pinkie flung herself against Adagio’s hair and hugged it and began rubbing her face against it. “IT’S SO FLUFFY I’M GOING TO DIE!” The group suddenly jumped slightly as the muffled sound of a window breaking was heard, which was immediately followed by an unmuffled sound of a window breaking.  Suddenly a loud ‘boom’ rocked the hotel causing the four to widen their stance and put their arms out slightly to maintain their balance. Sunset’s eyes widened. “What the fu—” Adagio smacked a palm against her face. “Not again…” The sound of heavy boots hitting the ground rapidly grew louder as Aria rounded the corner and sprinted up to the group. A mad smile was etched across her face cover despite the mass of cuts and bruises that covered her head and bare arms. “Dagi! I need my Ninjatō! Both of them!” Adagio sighed and turned, trudging back into the hotel room. “Yeah, yeah…” Dan smiled happily at Pinkie. “This is fun!” Pinkie smiled back. “I know, right? We should come here more often.”