The sound of hard objects hitting the wooden floor echoes throughout the place, cheers of triumph can be heard as entire columns of units are wiped out in an instant. Yes, this is the first time Mors has been in a bowling alley. She looks around as ponies laugh and pat each other on the backs as they slaughter the weird looking things at the other side of the room.
“What a grim place,” comments Mors, looking around the room.
“Huh?” Rainbow Dash replies, as she pays for the use of a bowling alley.
“This reminds me of an ancient game where prisoners and bad slaves were locked in a maze and if they found a dead end a trap would kill them, and a lot of the traps were rolling boulder that would crush them,” Mors says, as she watches a pony get a strike.
“That must have been fun,” Rainbow Dash says, sarcastically, thinking that that reminds her of a Daring Doo book.
“Those were busy days,” Mors sighs, resting her head in one of her hooves.
“What happened to the ponies that got out?” asks Rainbow Dash, picking up her bowling bag and heading for their bowling alley.
“Oh, they then had to fight to the death in an arena,” replies Mors, walking behind Rainbow Dash.
“You must have been working nonstop,” comments Rainbow Dash, taking out her bowling ball and a spare from her bag.
“Busy days,” repeats Mors, giving her usual smile.
“Ok, so do you know how to play?” asks Rainbow Dash, checking if she herself remembers how to hold a bowling ball.
“You have to slaughter the weird things at the other side of room with the ball of death,” answers Mors, smiling and pointing at the pins.
“That’s one way of putting it,” admits Rainbow Dash, sighing.
“Do the weird things mind that they are being killed?” asks Mors, looking down the alley.
“What? Of course they don’t care,” replies Rainbow Dash, confused.
“You’re right, they do seem to be smiling,” Mors says, still looking down the alley.
Confused Rainbow Dash looks down the alley and sees that some tasteless pony has drawn faces on their bowling pins.
“Weird. Ok, here a ball, now knock over those pins,” orders Rainbow Dash, handing Mors the spare bowling ball.
Mors nods and faces the pins. Rainbow Dash smiles, turns around and grabs is about to grab her ball… when she hears ponies yelling in their direction. She quickly turns and to horror finds Mors walking towards pin, most likely going to knock them over.
“Mors, come back here!” Rainbow Dash yells at the white pegasus.
Mors notices Rainbow Dash’s calls and heads back.
“What’s wrong Dash?” asks Mors, with a confused look on her face.
“You’re not supposed to cross that line,” explains Rainbow Dash, quickly, pointing at the line, “You have to throw it without crossing the line and if you do it is doesn’t count.”
“Oh, that why no pony is walking down the alley,” notes Mors, looking at the other players, “I thought that was weird.”
Mors walks back to the alley, stops in front of the line, stands up on her hind hooves and is about to chuck it over head…
“Stop!” yells Rainbow Dash, grabbing Mors and stopping her from throwing the ball, “You have to throw it underhoof.”
“Oh ok,” Mors says, falling onto her four hooves again.
“Watch how everypony else throws their balls and then copy them,” orders Rainbow Dash, pointing at the other bowlers.
Mors looks at them for a while and then nods.
“Ok, I think I got it,” confirms Mors.
“Ok, let see it,” sighs Rainbow Dash.
Mors stands at the end of the bowling alley, takes up the proper bowling stance, holds the ball in the proper way, and seems to be throwing the ball the right way. But then the ball leaves her hoof… at MACH 2 speeds…
A sonic boom echoes though the bowling alley, grabbing everypony’s attention. The ball smashes through the pins(scoring a strike), sending them flying all over and then crashes into the wall with a huge “CRASH!!”
“How was that?” asks Mors, looking at the stunned Rainbow Dash.
“Pretty good,” nods Rainbow Dash, unable to do anything else, “But next time throw it slower, you have to let it roll.”
“Oh ok,” replies Mors, not noticing the stares she is getting.
“Listen, just practice a few more throws while I get something to drink,” Rainbow Dash says, pointing to the snack bar, “Do you want anything?”
“No thanks,” Mors says, smiling. She turns around and practices throwing again, this time doing it slower.
Rainbow Dash walks up to snack bar and attracts the attendant running it.
“What can I get you?” she asks, leaning on the counter.
“A Gee-Fizz please,” orders Rainbow Dash, putting the bits on the counter.
“Your friend something, right,” notes the attendant, as she serves the drink.
“Yeah, she is,” Rainbow Dash sighs.
“Pretty too,” also notes the attendant, passing over the drink, “She almost doesn’t seem real.”
Rainbow Dash admits that Mors is pretty, hell amazing is a better word. Her form is perfect and without fat, her face is perfectly formed and naturally beautiful, and her hair is amazing and looks fantastic. She is like a piece of living art.
“Oh-oh, look like you better save your friend, some sharks are bothering her,” the attendant notes, pointing at a few stallions who have walked up to the lone mare.
“Oh pony feathers,” Rainbow Dash moans, grabbing her drink and heading back to Mors.
“So what are you doing?” asks one stallion, leaning forward towards Mors.
“Bowling,” quickly answers Mors, thinking that this stallion is a dumb arse for asking such dumb question.
“Well it is no fun bowling by yourself, why not join us,” offers another stallion, his eyes roaming over Mors perfect body.
Mors feels a shiver run up her spine and she has no idea why. But before anything else can happen Rainbow Dash appears.
“Hey, leave her alone!” yells Rainbow Dash at the two stallions.
“Beat it, we are busy here!” one stallion yells back, before turning back to Mors.
“Oh good you’re back Dash,” says a relived Mors, as she pushes aside the two stallion away. Unfortunately for the two stallions she used too much force and sends them skidding away down two separate bowling alleys, earning Mors a double strike.
Rainbow Dash can only stand there stunned at what just happened, as Mors runs up beside her.
“Thank the never ending existence that you are here,” says Mors, her eyes showing that she is relived, “I don’t know what they wanted but I could only feel impure thoughts from them.”
“Ignore them, let's just do some bowling,” offers Rainbow Dash, smiling.
Mors smiles and nods happily, and so their match begins. After a while Mors speaks.
“Thanks again for inviting me,” says Mors, after getting another strike.
“You’re welcome,” replies Rainbow Dash, taking her turn.
“I’m not getting the way of you hanging out with your friends am I?” Mors says, her eyes showing that she is worried.
“First, you are my friend,” notes Rainbow Dash, lining up her shoot, “Second, my other friends were busy today.”
“Oh…” Mors says, her eyes showing disappointment.
“So I thought we could have are first private friend outing together,” continues Rainbow Dash, throwing her ball, managing to get 9/10 pins.
“Oh ok,” Mors says, her eyes showing her happiness.
Rainbow Dash watches as Mors takes her turn. It has been a few days since Rainbow Dash declared that she would be Mors's friend, and she thinks she has learned a lot about the reaper. For one, her emotions can only be seen through her eyes, she has trouble showing her emotion any other way. I think the saying was ‘That a skull never ceases to grin.’
“Hey I finished my turn,” Mors says, snapping Dash out of her thoughts.
“Oh, then let’s look at the score then,” Rainbow Dash says, checking the score.
Mors wins with straight strikes all the way. Rainbow Dash glares at Mors.
“I’m guessing by your look that I won?” Mors says, smiling.
“Are you sure you never bowled before?” asks Rainbow Dash, suspicious.
“I guess I’m just a fast learner,” Mors says, with an innocent look on her face.
Rainbow Dash sighs and starts packing up her balls.
“Well let’s just go back home,” Rainbow Dash says, as she picks up her bag.
“Ok,” replies Mors, following Rainbow Dash as she leaves.
They walk out onto the street and head back to Rainbow Dash’s place.
“Only a few days until you can fly fast again, right?” asks Mors, skipping beside Rainbow Dash.
“Yeah, I can’t wait. All this walking is tiresome,” declares Rainbow Dash, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah…” Mors is about to say but her raven interrupts her. It is carrying a letter. Mors takes the letter and looks over it.
“What going on?” asks Rainbow Dash, trying to look over Mors’s shoulder, but Mors puts the letter away before Rainbow Dash can get a good look.
“Sorry Dash, but duty calls,” Mors says, walking away.
“Oh, when will you be coming back?” asks Rainbow Dash, slightly sad that Mors is leaving.
“Maybe tomorrow or later,” Mors shrugs, “It is a family matter, these takes time.” With that Mors disappears.
Rainbow Dash sighs and continues back home. She wonders what Mors family is like? She has heard in the few days she been with Mors that her family is made up of her and two brothers. Rainbow Dash wonders what those two are like or even what they are… she then wonders what she is having for dinner tonight since Mors usually has been making her meals for her.
“I guess I will get take out tonight,” Rainbow Dash sighs again.
From a dark alley a robed pony watches as Rainbow Dash walks by. He grips his staff which jingles slightly.
“Why does the dead walk the street?”