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// 33. 
// Story: 8-Bit Pony 
// by Dawn Flower 
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“Well, Twilight’s plan was a dud.” Black Mage spoke up. “Why am I not surprised?” He said in a teasing manner.

Slowly picking herself up off the ground, Twilight turned back to face the others. “Spike… just…” She stuttered, placing her hoof against her head to try and steady her thoughts. “Just send a letter to Princess Celestia. Let her try and figure this out.”

Spike then immediately produced a quill and a piece of paper from somewhere. “Okay, Twilight. What should I write to her?” He asked her.

“Just…” Twilight tried to say, still holding her hoof to her head, not in the mood for anything right now. “Just… write whatever you know about the situation and what she needs to know.” Her four hooves then simply gave out beneath her, and she collapsed, defeated.

With a quick worried glance at Twilight, Spike then scratched out a letter to Princess Celestia, with everything that he knew about the situation with these two guys so far. When he was finished, he rolled up the scroll, took in a deep breath and breathed out, causing the letter to disappear in a wisp of green flames, which took to the air and floated out an open window.

After the message had been sent, the entire room fell completely silent, looking as if the same panel was being used over and over again in a desperate attempt to fill up space.

“So…” Fighter spoke up, trying to break the silence. “Anyone know any good jokes?”

“Shut up, Fighter,” Black Mage spoke to him, without turning to face him. “Idiots aren’t allowed to talk right now. Trust me – no one wants to hear anything you have to say right now.”

“I do,” Pinkie said.

“You're on that list too, missy.” BM responded to what Pinkie said, also not facing her and not having moved an inch from when he spoke to Fighter.

“Oh,” Pinkie said, looking down, sounding dejected.

With how things seemed to be going right now, with them just standing around, not doing anything, waiting for a response from the princess, about what they should do next, Fluttershy let out an annoyed sigh. “Okay, I know how things usually go when we try to talk things out, but there has got to be a more efficient way of working things out.”

“Don’t make me add you to that list. I’ve got it around here somewhere.” BM replied, again not looking at her or moving an inch.

Fluttershy just rolled her eyes and sighed again.