Bezier mumbled in annoyance to herself as she finally finished wiping off her glasses. They weren’t damaged, fortunately, but they had been covered in bat pony slobber.

“Er... what happened here?”

“Blight happened.”

“Who?”

“That bat pony that Sting found. Apparently she’s been chewing on everything for some reason. And she talks in third person, too. It’s crazy.”

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“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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“You there. Is that story being written in a second person POV?”

“Yeah, I’m having the reader be a young mare who lives in Manehattan.”

“Well, stop it! The majority of the reading and writing community are males, so we want to give them something they’d actually read. And I’m pretty sure no one wants to read a story where they are the opposite gender.”

“...Oh... okay...”

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“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.”