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// ACT 1 PART 3 
// Story: Boy and His Box: The Lucky Block 
// by Jake Witt 
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After our conversation with the princesses to be, Box began to question his existence when I told him... well, he used to be a toy.

We established my brother couldn't destroy mountains let alone climb a rope ladder. His whole perspective of faith changed when I added that he sounded like Josh and may be the only thing of him I have left. The morale was increased and we packed our bags and set out for adventure.

I got to wrestle a manticore. I got to feed a manticore in a way that I might want brain bleach. From my dead bodies, I gained a one style wardrobe that I placed in my bags.

In those months we learned to fight better and our bond grew the longer we seeked adventure. Though, there was one thing that could've broken that feeling of brothership... them.

One afternoon on a warm day in summer? I don't know. The pegasi refuse to create seasons and it rains every Monday... so I hate Mondays, go figure. Anyway...

One warm afternoon, we found a village where Ponyville would be at a time where the results of Discord's reign was magically forced to a forest. It was dubbed 'the Everfree' by Starswirl, a great guy that dreams to be a master in "magic".

Sure, I believe it might exist, but I'm going to assume its science. Besides, there's sound science and it is powerful and influential. So let me get back on track again. *ahem*

We met the sirens before they were evil. I got it out! No dancing around the subject with random facts like Starswirl the unicorn school's caretaker taking care of business or the state and location of things!

Here's a fun fact: the sirens were ponies and their mom was the last sea pony, who pulled a little mermaid. Trading her soul for hooves and regaining it if she found true love blah blah blah. Their mom died, leaving behind an artifact of her dead race: a crown with three gems that gave the wearer "the power of shoobie" or some crap.

Here's how the story began without sounding like a broken record or trying to stab around my hand while singing.



One warm afternoon, after learning that I don't need to kill to have meat- nor be killed to give it -I stumbled upon a place I've never seen before.

"Why are we back here?"

I turned back to Box, "I dunno. Every place in the land looks the same to me."

Aaahhhhh-AaHHH~ Ah! Aaaaahhhh~

"Hey, Box, do you hear that?"

The pony took off his helmet, an ear raised. "Three. Fillies. Better harmonizing if anything else. Struggling notes. Young. A voice is squeaking the notes. Sounds magical."

"Yeah, yeah, you could say they have pretty good voices."

"Nothing's happening!" a voice shouted when the music ended. "No, Sonata! We'll never be fine!"

I shared a look with Box, "Similar speech patterns?"

"Stop saying 'for realzies'! It's not an actual word." the grumpy voice shouted.

"Butchered, but yeah." he agreed.

I shook my right hand as Box shook his right forehoof, a block with a dirt texture with a grass top formed in our grasp. I aimed and "tossed" the block, creating a less neat block of dirt while the original block was still in my grasp. Box followed suit as we stood on the blocks, jumping and creating more dirt blocks under us as we created a sturdy pillar that let us see the town.

Box pointed, "They're creating what will later become town hall! Isn't this exciting?"

I was already punching the blocks into oblivion on my way down, stopping to look up, "Hurry up before we lose them!"

When I got to the bottom Box was already there, polishing his helmet as his mane flowed like an open flame. "You can slide down, you know."

"Not a chance."





"Why are we pursuing these children, again?" Box whispered within his leaf block.

"We need to make friends because 'friendship is magic' and stuff." We paused our pursuit as one of the fillies looked back. The blue filly shrugged as a purple one pushed her forward. "Plus, that one pony is a jerk. I'm going to place myself as the hero here so I'm starting my anti-bullying campaign with these girls."

We followed them to a hill leading to a lake, where they got in a position where the orange one was standing to the back as blue and purple stood at their sides almost in front of her. Orange McFluffymane looked to her fellow singers, "Remember what we practiced. I'm going to assume the magic works better near a large body of water."

Grumpy pony turned to Orange McLakelover, "Adagio, that's what you said near the shore."

"Too much water, Aria." the orange pony, Adagio, said with a nervous smirk, "Our voices probably drowned."

"That makes sense to me," the one I assumed was Sonata agreed.

They played their single note, not much change in it.

"Told you nothing would happen," Aria said, a deeper frown.

We abandoned our leaf blocks, spawning some note blocks as I prepared my singing voice. I don't know how, but I believe the pony universe has voice requirements... so I can sing without waking the neighborhood's bad side.

That's not all! When I give Box my ax, he gains the ability to spawn tiny versions of himself! A low-voiced miniBox shouted, "Ring of Fire, go!"


The three young ponies had their ears folded until they heard us. Their gloom slowly died as they found and curiously got closer to the five of us. Three miniBoxes were singing in front of the two of us while two miniBoxes beat the note blocks to the sides of the two of us.

We planted blocky roses in a ring around us while three smaller rings in front were formed for sitting spots they sat at... except Aria, who sat on a few flowers.

I spawned a torch, making sure our area wasn't too grassy nor was our ring connected to theirs as I lit our ring on fire... If that was a pun, I'm not sorry. "I fell in-to a burning ring of fire~. I went down, down, down! ...And the flames went higher~. And it burn, burns, burns!"

One of the miniBoxes playfully tossed a bunch of roses at Sonata and Adagio while one rose with a note was given to Aria.



Stay positive. You make dreams come true.



She passed the note around, Adagio had a look as if she was hit by a semi-truck full of inspiration and hope made a hit and run and she was a joyful victim as her curly mane got a little more frazzled.