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// Chapter 6 
// Story: Stealing The Riche's Jewels 
// by FlareFlarerp 
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Chapter 6


“HELP! HELP!” Both mares tried to scream but unbeknownst to them, the whole restaurant was just made of cardboard. 
The cardboard outlines fell down. Lyra and Bon Bon stood in front of a desk as two twirly chairs turned around and there sat Flare Flare and Necromorph. Lyra and Bon Bon unbagged both mares and both blinked a couple of times and looked around,
“Now that I am unbagged...WUBBA DUB DUB MOTHERBUCKER.” Vinyl said as some dubstep music started playing moments later. 
Both mares looked at the two people sitting at the desk. 
Flare Flare looked like any person you might see in a crowd, she was a female. Had light white tannish skin. Her hair a mixture of tan, aqua blue, blue and green. Her eyes a warm orange. But she kept her warm eyes covered with purple aviators. She had a muscular built body. She also had military training. She was the type of the person whose expression was, ‘I’ll have sex with you, but then I’ll leave you and kill you if you give me the herp.’ The Draconequus on the right, Necromorph, looked like someone had burnt his skin off. He had the body that looked like Discord’s but take that image of Discord’s body and remove all thought of any skin from the neck down and you have Necromorph. Necromorph had powers like Discord’s but was much more powerful. His eyes were blood red. He was not only Flare Flare’s mentor but also a very good friend of her’s. He had given her military training and took her under his wing ever since. 
Flare Flare looked at Necromorph and shook her head as the music was turned to death metal. Octavia covered her ears and yelled,
“SHUT IT OFF!”
Flare quickly turned off the music. Necromorphs head twisted a full three hundred and sixty degrees as he said,
“Who turned off the DEATH METAL?! I WILL EAT YOUR HEART AND CRAP OUT YOUR SOUL! YOU WILL ALL TASTE OBLIVION… which tastes just like Red Bull… which is disgusting.”
Flare Flare covered Necromorphs mouth,
“Just shut the fuck up Necromorph.” She said uncovering his mouth  
“Only if you put the death metal back on” he said like a child that wants a toy
“NO” Vinyl and Octavia both said in unision.
“Never be alone” He said murderously.
“Will someone please explain why we are here and why this restaurant was a hoax?” Octavia asked
“A cardboard hoax I might add” Vinyl said impatiently
“Maybe if you shut up maybe we can explain why.” Flare Flare said in a smartass tone
“I’ll handle this Flare… Minion 43, could you come in here for a moment. I need an example” Necromorph said as a pudgy man with 43 on his shirt
“Minion 43 reporting for duty sirs, an example for what”?
He was quickly interrupted as Necromorph breath black fire on him. Minion 43 screamed in dear agony. Octavia and Vinyl looked at Flare Flare and Necromorph. Flare Flare and Necromorph gave them straight faces as Minion 43 kept screaming and dropped down to the floor and died. When the screaming stopped, nothing was left of Minion 43 but a small blue orb, which Necromorph promptly devoured.
“Any more questions?” Necromorph asked Vinyl and Octavia.
Both of them shook their head. Flare Flare took a deep sigh and blinked a couple times,
“Now that’s out of the way I just want to ask you---” She started as she was interrupted by a cellphone ringtone which was “Baby” by Justin Bieber. She quickly took out her pistol and shot the guard in the head. 
“NICE” said Necromorph after eating the guards soul
“Now if there isn’t any more INTERRUPTIONS! I would like to continue.” Flare Flare said with a frustrated look.
There was a moment of silence and Flare looked around and waited another few moments then exhaled,
“Now do you two know what this is?” Flare Flare asked
“No idea.” Vinyl said
“Did you say your name was Flare?” Octavia said.
“Yes I did.” Flare Flare said
“Then if my guess is correct which I know it is then we are in the Pony Intelligence Agency or the P.I.A. and you must be the famous Flare Flare The one who worked for Princess Celestia for a while.” Octavia said sitting back in her seat.
“Smart one we have here.” Flare said sitting back in her chair
“Why do you always have to be the smart one Tavi?” Vinyl said with a smart aleck tone. 
“Because you're too busy pressing play on what you call ‘music’ to realize that I went to the academy for smartness.” Octavia said. 
“Okay...I give you that one.” Vinyl said sitting back in the chair crossing her arms.
“But what do you want with us? We’ve done nothing wrong.” Octavia said
“Oh it’s not about you two doing anything wrong it’s about you two about to do something wrong.” Necromorph said with a mischievous smile.
“What do you mean?” Octavia asked with a confused look
“Are you familiar with the name Filthy Rich?” Flare asked
“Yeah he requested a few times for me to perform for him and his friends.” Octavia said in a gentle tone.
Both Flare Flare and Necromorph looked at each other and started cracking up with laughter.
“Silly filly-he doesn’t have any friends that he didn’t hire”. Necromorph said before he was broadly interrupted by a crunching noise made by Flare Flare.
Necromorph slowly twisted his head to Flare. Flare then stopped chewing her bowl of Trix cereal and looked at Necromorph,
“Can I help you?” Flare Flare said with a mouth full of cereal
“Flare...in the commercial in which the cereal you are eating is advertised, what does the kid say to that rabbit?”
“Silly Rabbit, Trix are for fillies.” Flare said with a confused look.
“Very good now use your brain for this one Flare, if Trix are for fillies, who might not be allowed to eat them?” Necromorph said
“Mares?” Flare said with more of a confused look.
“That’s right. Now I want you to think long and hard about this one, can you do that?” Necromorph said facetiously. 
But Vinyl was too busy thinking with her dirty mind and said, 
“HA long and hard. BOW CHICKA BOW-bang WHOA OK OK I’M SORRY!” Vinyl yelled as she saw that Necromorph had shot at her, narrowly missing her head.
“I won’t miss next time so I’d advise you to shut your mouth...So as I was saying…..Please continue Flare.” Necromorph said with a smile, looking at Flare Flare. 
“I’m not suppose to---crash” Necromorph swatted the bowl of cereal out of Flare Flare’s hands and onto the floor. 
“Fuck your cereal.” Necromorph said.
Flare Flare’s jaw dropped as she started to shiver,
“My TRIX!.” 
“Well that serves you right for interrupting me for the millionth time now clean that up.” Necromorph said making an arm gesture at the mess on the floor.
“You fucking do it. I’m not the maid.” Flare said making an arm gesture from Necromorph to the mess.
Necromorph sighed and snapped his fingers as a maid walked in shaking in her head, saying some curse words,
“Putain , je ne suis pas payé assez pour ce putain de merde . 40 heures putain je travaille pour cette draconequus et cette chienne coincé.” The maid said as she left the room cursing more. 
The room fell quiet until the maid left and then Flare Flare said,
“I didn’t get to eat breakfast you meanie.” She said pouting.
Necromorph rolled his eyes and slammed a bowl of Raisin Bran on the table,
“This is what adults eat.” 
“Fuck that nasty shit I’m not eating that. I don’t even fuck with healthy shit” Flare said with a disgusted look
“Well too FUCKING BAD!.” Necromorph yelled then turning back to face the two mares and exhales deeply. 
Flare slowly took the bowl and started eating it. Octavia waited a few moments then asked,
“Are you two dating or something? Cause it looks like you two are close.”
“No. We’re just business partners who happen to live in a townhouse together.” Flare said with a mouth full of cereal.
“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Vinyl said
“You’re about to kiss this dick with your mouth.” Flare said still chewing her food as she sat back in her chair.
“ENOUGH! Just tell us the deal and we’ll get it done you guys already ruined my evening.” Octavia said with a scoff and crossing her legs and arms.
“Tough luck princess do you know how much this all cost us? Hm?” Flare Flare said.
“I don’t know and rather not care.” Octavia said with much sarcasm
“It cost us more then you make in a year. No scratch that, it cost us more than what you make in two GOOD years.” Flare said nodding her head.
“For what? A big cardboard outline of the interior and exterior of the restaurant?” Octavia said trying to sound like a smarty pants.
“The artist wanted a 30% cut upfront then the rest of the payment when he was done.” Flare said with a straight face.
“Woop Dee-Do.” Octavia said as she rolled her eyes
“Just tell them the deal Flare. I have a dinner date with my girlfriend tomorrow night.” Necromorph said as he placed his face in a boring state 
“No you don’t.” Flare Flare said sitting back in her chair again finishing off her cereal and throwing it in the trash bin sulking her head.
“What do you have against the Riche family Flare? Revenge? Annihilation? Or have you stooped down so low in the world you just want everyone GONE?!” Octavia said panting short of breath.
Flare sat there and then picked her head up, 
“Mr.Riche hired one of his assassins to assassinate one of my closest mare friends but he failed and ever since I’ve been hunting down the rat bastard so yea I guess you can say it’s FUCKING REVENGE!” Flare said slamming her fist down on the table.
“If I ever meet him, I’m taking his eyes as souvenirs.” 
“Wait why did you say that?” Flare said looking at Necromorph with a confused look
“I care for you Flare.” Necromorph said reaching his skeletal claw towards Flare Flare’s shoulder
Flare Flare quickly brushed his claw away from her,
“Don’t you dare touch me you Bit--” Flare started but her mouth was covered before she could say anything else
“Say it. I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker. Say it!” Necromorph yelled in a Samuel L. Jackson tone.  
The room got quiet as Flare took Necromorphs claw away from her mouth and then Necromorph lost his shit and began to yell, and in that moment, they all knew they had fucked up royally. Come on it’s like digging straight down or up in minecraft. It only ends badly.
“OK THAT’S IT EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP! God do I have to do everything myself? Look we want you to steal the Rich’s crown jewels, this will make their social standing fall. If that happens, then they will become poor. So not only will we kill him, but we’ll take what he cares for most-”
“His daughter?” Flare said
“NO! Money!” Necromorph said
“Awwwww but I call I one night stand with her.” Flare said
Necromorph facepalmed,
“No Flare! She’s-look you're like 3000 years old, and this girl is like 25. And besides he doesn’t care for her.”
“B-But”
“No Buts Flare. It’s either we do that or we don’t do it at all.” Necromorph said in a stern tone.
“Okay fine let’s do this. What’s the plan though?” Flare asked.
“Oh just leave that to me.” Necromorph said as the Mission Impossible theme started to play.