“This is literally the worst thing to happen in my life.”
”What? What’s wrong?”
“Jay doesn’t make skits with me anymore... we’ve become a trend, and the worst thing is... we’ve already gotten old.”
”But isn’t it good that he’s moving on? He can’t stay in that phase forever.”
“It doesn’t matter! He should still wanna make stuff with us. It shows that he cares.”
”Oculus...? Are you in there...?”
”Call me, beep me, if you wanna reach me—“
”What the...?” *walks in* “What are you doing?”
(Ocellus walked in to Oculus wearing some kind of spec-op spandex suit and dancing to a song...)
“Just can’t wait to— Wha— Ocellus, what’re you doing here?!” *frantically stops the music*
”Oculus, you’ve been lying around in here for hours on the phone! You haven’t even been outside yet!”
*in his ultimate gay boy* “Can you see the hating ass bitch? Me too!”
*huffs* “You are just so disrespectful!”
”Umm, I’m being respectful to myself.”
”That doesn’t even make any sense!”
”Excuse me, where the fuck’s my Juul?”
*jolts awake* “Huh?! Who’s there?!”
(He looks and sees no one in the living room...)
”Oh... heheh...”
*walks in* “Hey, you’re awake, I—“
”NO MORE STABBING!“
(Oculus throws a small dagger at the space in the wall just inches away from where Ocellus was standing...)
”Oculus, what the heck?!”
*Trots into Ocellus’ room* “Okay... as unlikely as it is, she’s gotta have something here...” *Checks drawer and finds hoofcuffs* “Okay... promising sign.” *checks second drawer and finds a magazine* “How to lose your virginity in a few easy steps... I swear, if I find a strapon or something, I’m gonna flip...”
*He continues checking, yet finds nothing*
“...Unless Smolder has the... oh gosh, that’s a bad mental image! Unsee! Unsee!”
"So, what do you wanna do now?"
"Well, you seemed pretty stressed trying to check us in at the front desk."
"Sir, you've arrived 0.1 seconds late, so I'm afraid we've given your hotel suite to somecreature else."
*slams his hooves on the counter* "UGH!!! DICKS, DICKS, DICKS, DICKS!!!!"
“And... done! I’ve finally finished my watercolor map of Equestria!”
“...”
“What do you think?”
“...Is it upside-down?”
“What? N-No!”
“Oh... did you barf all over it?”
“No! That’s the land of Equestria!”
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!
The knife pounded against the kitchen counter like a jackhammer, slicing through the cucumber and the kitchen counter.
Ocellus tapped her father's shoulder. "Dad...?"
Griff stabbed the knife down, turning and grinning at his daughter. "Yes, sweetpea?"
"D-Did something happen? Y-You seem pretty tense..."
”And you’re not letting him get to you, are you...?”
”No. Never.”
”Well... good luck with your job interview. S-Stay safe...”
”Okay.”
*stumbles in the hotel room and falls on the floor* “I-I don’t think I like this drink... I-It’s bitter... and... and it gives me a headache.”
Lighter Grey Text = Claussen, since I’m running out of colors to use
*walks into the kitchen* “Claus...?” *rubs eyes* “What’re you doing up so late...?”
*there’s pickle vinegar all over his face, and the space in front of the open fridge is a mess*
“Please tell me this isn’t cannibalism...”
”...You...”
”I NEED MORAL SUPPORT!”
[Silverstream had sued Ocellus- and at this point, they’re each on a stand]
”Oh, hey Gabby.”
”You know that’s not my name!”
”I’m sorry, sorry.”
[silence]
”...it’s nice to see you, Princess Skystar.”
”You mother—“
(Ocellus found herself walking through a bright corridor, and it eventually led to what looked like a large ball room. It was crowded with ponies, all chatting happily, and dressed nice...
It wasn’t long before she found herself dressed in her own way, too. A layered, pink dress. Nothing too special, nothing too bland...
As she made her way further into the crowd, she spotted someone familiar. Looking down into his wine glass and swirling it fondly...)
”Hey, um... Oculus...? A-Are you... are you okay? You’ve been wearing that same tuxedo for a while, now.”
(Oculus snaps his head around in a full one-eighty, his neck seeming to crack as he turns to Ocellus...)
”Why, I’m doing just fine, my dear.”
”’My dear’? Since when did you ever... say it like that?”
So, um, yeah.
Uh, sorry I haven't, uh, been active, but, uh, it probably doesn't matter anyways, so, errr...
Here, um, have a skit.
"Hey, Pharynx?"
"What?"
"Um... Oculus told me he had this 'obligatory horn polishing' to go to, and I'm starting to wonder if he's standing me up."
"...Huh?"
"Something about his horn getting all sticky, and-"
”Uhhh... Pentagon? What are you doing...?”
*shuffling through young Oculus’ personal things* “I’ll see how he likes it when I expose him...”
”Wait, like, physically?“
”No, I just— well, good idea, but not exactly.”
(After a few more seconds of shuffling...)
”Aha!”
”That’s... that’s his shampoo.”
”I honestly don’t even know how I survived this long...”
(Oculus lay on the floor of the hotel room Thorax provided for him and Ocellus...)
*loading a pistol* “But now I can finally be happy...”
(Smiling one last time, Oculus took the barrel of the gun in his mouth and fired...)
(Oculus jerked awake in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, then fell out of bed...)
”I’m sorry, but... but Oculus... he’s suffering partial paralysis in his legs.”
”Oh. Oh, that makes sense, doesn’t it? Because... because he shot me in my side.”
”Is... is it curable?”
”Well, not curable per se, but yes. We’ll try treating his injury, and he may be able to walk again, but until then, he should probably stay here.”
”O-Okay.”
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