//------------------------------// // A Story with a Bitter Taste // Story: Time, Cupcakes, Muffins, and Random Things. // by averagewriter //------------------------------//         Turner stares at his Blue Box. He doesn’t know why but he loves it. It’s been with him since his birth and so far, this is where he does his “adventuring”. He wonders if all the time he spent inside just thinking of travelling through time and visiting other planets were worth it. Probably not, the things he imagined back then are just a work of fiction. No, Turner is a pony of reality, of Science! No time for nonsense, it’s time to get back to work.         DING! BING! DING!         Turner looked at his front door and shook his head. No, there couldn’t be someone that actually wants to talk to him right now. Most ponies mind their own business. His mind wandered to Ditzy but he knew it can’t be her. She’s usually working as a cargo mover during the mornings. Then he thought of Pinkie. Again, it couldn’t be her because she always goes to Twilight’s castles in the early mornings for some “Friendship talks” and other stuff. DING! BING! DING! Turner wondered why the pony behind his door continued to try to get his attention. The doorbell he invented, which was an outstanding piece of technology, continued to ring. Turner decided he would not wait any longer, the doorbell sound is giving him headaches. He opened the door to be greeted by the sweet smell of muffins and cupcakes. He was surprised to see both ponies he thought would be busy in the morning to be in front of him. “What are both of you doing here?” Turner asked them. “Don’t you mares have other things to do?” “Uhm...I got a break, I think,” Ditzy answered. “They told me I could, uhm, come back once I stop dropping pianos on ponies, heheh.” “And our meeting was cancelled for the day!” Replied the pink pony. “Twilight was sick and she doesn’t want us catching her cold so she had Spike usher us out of the door.”       “And dare I ask once more why both of you are outside my front door,” He asked one more time, eyebrow raised. “And with both of you appearing at the same time, I find that suspicious.” “Oh, we baked some muffins,” Ditzy replied as she looks at Pinkie, or tries to anyways. “I wanted some and she had no muffins for that day and there was no one to help her bake so I decided to volunteer.” “And it involved my new recipe I call Ostendens Amaritudinem Animi Muffins.” Pinkie said, winking at the confused earth stallion. “Sounds fancy, huh?” “I...guess?” Turner continued to look at them both in confusion. As if the sudden happenings from yesterday isn’t enough, he finds 2 mares waiting for him in his front door for some reason. And he has a bad feeling about this. “Wanna try some?” Ditzy offered, showing Turner the box of muffins on her back. “Yeah, try some!” Pinkie added. “It’s worth to die for!” Turner cleared his throat and looked at the box of muffins. He wasn’t sure of what to make of them. “What’s the catch?” He asks them. “Catch? What catch?” Ditzy asks him. “There’s no catch at all! Unless you want me to throw the box at you so you’ll try to catch it,” Pinkie said. Turner scratches his head in even more confusion and wonders what the buck the 2 mares are thinking. Should he be worried about them? Or should he watch out for pranks that Pinkie made for him today? There are a lot of pranks waiting for him after all. And as if fate stepped in, he suddenly nodded for no reason. Pinkie clapped with joy as Ditzy places the box down and opens the lid. Turner, who was now extremely confused, stared at the muffins in front of him. They looked nice, he thought, and smelled nice too. Then he started drooling, for alas, he forgot to eat breakfast and now his terribly hungry.   “Maybe one muffin wouldn’t hurt,” Turner mumbles to himself and reaches for one. As he took one bite of the muffin, his tongue was suddenly attacked by an army of horribly bitter bread. His mind, used to the taste of sweet muffins, could not handle the extremely sour taste of the bread. No sooner, he passed out. Turner wakes up in his room with a sweet taste in his mouth. It tasted like muffins until he realizes that there was nothing in his mouth. Where did the taste come from then? He moved his tongue around his mouth, feeling every place where he thinks could hide food. That’s when the memory of eating the bitter muffins hit him and the sweet taste immediately became sour. He quickly got out of his bed and went to the kitchen. As he washed his mouth with sweet water, he notices a piece of paper on his wall. His eyes widened in disbelief and spat out the water in surprise. Reading once more the wet paper, he sighed in defeat and grabbed a towel to wipe the mess he made. Taking one more look on the paper, he teared it in anger and threw it at the trash. Obviously, the One-who’s-in-charge likes to play with him and the voices in his head likes to annoy him. Just another regular day with a stallion with no real story. “Hope you like my muffins.”