Fifteen-year-old Scorch huffed as he stormed towards the bench and sat himself down, folding his forelegs.

Scarab was seated a few feet away from him; within seconds, he noticed the red changeling’s unhappy state. “Scorch?”

“Mmrgh…”

The general scooted a bit closer. “…What’s wrong, kid?”

Scorch stayed quiet for a few moments. “…Aster’s been hitting on me again,” he mumbled.

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“….EEEEEEEEEEE—” Flutterwings finally crashed face-first into the wall, falling onto her back.

“…Okay, who’s been giving her caffeine?!”

“He did what?!”

“Scorch, relax. He was drunk.”

“Do you imagine what it could’ve done to you when he did that?! You’re too young to be consuming any alcohol, and Dragon should know that!”

“Well, he was drunk. Besides, I probably should’ve left sooner instead of trying to pry him off of Griff.”

*sighs and hugs her* “I guess… I’m still mad at him.”

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“Bet you guys I can speak in only one language for an entire day.”

“You’re gonna go with Romaneian, aren’t you?”

“Mhm. Starting now.”

“…Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“But wait!”

“But what who?”

“But wait! You said five words that weren’t in Romaneian!”

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“The food is too hot and I can’t eat it.”

“You’re too hot and I could still eat you.”

”…” .////////.

“Sheesh, Venom, what happened to you?”

“Dang Hero... hit me with a chair,” Venom answered, holding an ice pack up to his head.

“Ouch. Why’d he even do that?”

“I don’t know! Ugh... it just makes me want to... I dunno flip a table or something.”

“There’s a table over there.”

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“Surrender, mortals!”

“Yeah, we have a cannon!”

Boom! Boom!

Pinkie and Zenex stared at Flutterwings, Scorch, and Discord, also holding a cannon… along with a second one.

“…we have two cannons.”

“Now how does this rock axe thingy work again?”

“It’s pickaxe, Cricket.”

“Er... right. Which is more fit for beginners, though? Mouth hold or hoof hold?”

“Hoof hold I guess. Wouldn’t want a mouthful of splinters or anything.”

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The Change Gang looked up to the room that their friends were still residing in.

“Can’t believe it... we have to spend Hearth’s Warming Eve without the Fangs...”

“We probably have to wait until next year for them to spend it with us.”

“All because of those dang freezing trenches.”

They all sighed heavily. Then...

Venom gasped. “Guys, I have an idea. Follow me!”

“Seriously, what is taking you guys so long? It’s been half an hour.” Pharynx pressed his ear against the closet door, waiting for either Venom, Spiny, Scorch, or Flutterwings to come out in their Nightmare Night costume.

“We’re coming out! Get ready!”

“Ready? For what?”

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“I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions?”

“Put spaghetti in it.”

“I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you.”

“Put spaghetti in it.”

“I’m currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two.”

“Put spaghetti in it.”

“I'm no longer taking suggestions.”

“Griiiiiiff! Griff, Griff, Griff, Griff, Griff!” Venom exclaimed repeatedly as he barged into the room.

“Yes, brother?” Griff replied, focused on his television. 

“Okay, so uh, long story short, me and the rest of the gang were out sledding when we came across a changeling lying in the snow, so we brought it back to the hive, and then—”

“Is it dead?”

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