As Spades meandered his way towards the Gneiss Butte Memorial Bus Stop, he thought of his pregananant wife, Blue Tea. Unbeknownst to Spades, Blue was pegnat with quintuplets. For context, Blue Tea is a blue unicorn, with a blue mane and blue eyes. She’s blue da ba dee da ba dye, da ba dee da ba dye
Da ba dee da ba dye, da ba dee da ba dye
Da ba dee da ba dye, da ba dee da ba dye

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

1: I'm going to BronyCon
2: PICKLES AND MILK AIN'T OVER EFKJHALDSKGHALKGU

That is all.

-Moon

Well, it is. Except it isn’t. No more alternate endings. We pick up where we left off and from there... no more on and on and on. It’s onward and onward now. Forward.

They’re watching, after all.

I ̡̛͝h̀͢͢av͘e̶ ̡p͢͝l͏̛a̸n̕͜s͏͜ ̵f̧̧o̢͝r͜͢ ̨͞Sp͞ą͝d̀̕és̴̵͡.́͞ ̨͟B̕̕i̵̢͟ii͏͘g͜͞ ̢͡p̶̶̀l̵̛a͏̛ǹ̡s͏̴̀,̨̢͟ y̨̨͝ȩ͏s̢ ҉͜I̵ ́d͡͝o̧.͢

-Moon

Yeah, this bit riiiight here gets me every time.

“Your medicine is death.” said Spades Duck, removing his ACME Husbando Sword from the corpse of the changeling. Without the changeling talking, Spades could hear the muffled shouting that was most definitely his wife Blue Tea who had been gagged and was in the basement.

But when Spades Duck went to ungag his wife, she transformed into the very evil changeling queen, Queen Kissylips, twin sister of Queen Chrysalis.

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It begins.

It must end.

Join me, as we watch the death of the universe.

Not our universe, though.

Pickles
&
Milk

Welcome to FOOL’S END

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O͈͕̝̘N͍̪̺̯̩̒͑ͤ ͋ͩ̒̋ͣA̡ͫN̈ͥ̇͒̌͗҉̬̬D̜͎̪ ̰͕͇̬̗̥ͤ̈̏͜Ȍ̜̮̫̱͙̼̲́̒̌N̜͎̦̺͡ͅ ͓̰̾ͥ̊̊͘Á̵͈̣̱͎̱̭̻ͫͯ̔̈N̡̠͎̲̘̲̍͗̿͐̎ͮD͓͚̻͌ͤ̾ͥ̈́ ̣̱̙̘̓ͦ̂O̻Ņ͉̤̤͖̪͗́ ̹͔̰̯̗̙͗̔͋ͯͧ̂̂ͅN͉͛͌͝Ō ̴͍̳͚̲̝͇̅̐̆ͧͅM̗̖O̘̲͍̫͍̝̾͌̽̐̓̉͝R̺̰̞̘̮̙ͩ͂͑ͦ̈́̍̆E̷̤͚̺͉͆̂.̗͚̞͕͉̩̈́͟
-cc

Ȱ̍̀͗҉̼̱̹̝͓̭͙̼͝Nͪͪ̊ͨ͡҉͎̣̥͔̣ ̨̮͖̳̩̝̹̒̿̊͆̾̾͘Aͬ̏̀̚͘҉͕̻͍̯͎̱̘̲N̴͈͖̣̖̼̣̮̘̄͛̀̆ͣ͞ͅD̙̤̪͐̈́͜͜ ON AND ͕̱̪̮̘̼̝̪̒̋͑ͬO̶̰͇̗͑͊̕͟N̛̏̾ͬ͗̌ͪ̚҉̷̤̺̤̹̦̳̯ͅ ͑̋̎̂̓ͨͨ͂͏̡̢̥̬̙̣Ḁ̷͇̮͙̳̆ͪͬ̓̾͂̚͠N̢̝̱̤̺̝̠̬̐̈͟D̗͚̠̮͑̒ ̢̨̮̞͍̠͙̙̗̂ͯ̇O̺̗̻̗ͧ͂N͇̫̈́ͩͩ́͊͋ ̡̝͎̻̬͇̿̅͛ͮ͊ͣ̽̚A͖͍̳̮̰̦͆͗͗ͦ̐͆N̡̛̫̣̙͔̣̫̅ͬ́D̡̨̹̣̮̦͙͍ͧͩͯ̽̿ ̰̦͔̤͍̉ͫ͛̍̔ͬỌ̸̜͉̮̺̻̖̯̅̍̂͌̕͟N̷̡̟͇͖͊ͦͨͤ̊͑̔ ̥͉̩̯̥̈̌̏̈́͐̐͝A̭̙̼̬̦͔̖̟͂ͫͩ͜N̶͕̙̘͕͍̼̤͛͠Ḋ̌ͨ͏̧̟̭͍͖̗̗ ̢͙̻̮̳͚͂̌̀͑̄̂O̷͇̜͍͑̑́͞N̬̥̣̪̯̺͗̌ͫ͂̍̓ͬͧ̿͞͝ ͔̺̫̠͚̻ͤ̓̂͋̉̎̚͜A̶͔̲͚̻͍͓͓̒̂͆ͬ̅̓ͭŃ̨̥͇̹̘͔̳̍̂ͦ̑̄͐͟ͅD̼̠̗͚̹͋̎ͫͪͤ͟͜͠ͅ

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Ȱ̍̀͗҉̼̱̹̝͓̭͙̼͝Nͪͪ̊ͨ͡҉͎̣̥͔̣ ̨̮͖̳̩̝̹̒̿̊͆̾̾͘Aͬ̏̀̚͘҉͕̻͍̯͎̱̘̲N̴͈͖̣̖̼̣̮̘̄͛̀̆ͣ͞ͅD̙̤̪͐̈́͜͜ ͕̱̪̮̘̼̝̪̒̋͑ͬO̶̰͇̗͑͊̕͟N̛̏̾ͬ͗̌ͪ̚҉̷̤̺̤̹̦̳̯ͅ ͑̋̎̂̓ͨͨ͂͏̡̢̥̬̙̣Ḁ̷͇̮͙̳̆ͪͬ̓̾͂̚͠N̢̝̱̤̺̝̠̬̐̈͟D̗͚̠̮͑̒ ̢̨̮̞͍̠͙̙̗̂ͯ̇O̺̗̻̗ͧ͂N͇̫̈́ͩͩ́͊͋ ̡̝͎̻̬͇̿̅͛ͮ͊ͣ̽̚A͖͍̳̮̰̦͆͗͗ͦ̐͆N̡̛̫̣̙͔̣̫̅ͬ́D̡̨̹̣̮̦͙͍ͧͩͯ̽̿ ̰̦͔̤͍̉ͫ͛̍̔ͬỌ̸̜͉̮̺̻̖̯̅̍̂͌̕͟N̷̡̟͇͖͊ͦͨͤ̊͑̔ ̥͉̩̯̥̈̌̏̈́͐̐͝A̭̙̼̬̦͔̖̟͂ͫͩ͜N̶͕̙̘͕͍̼̤͛͠Ḋ̌ͨ͏̧̟̭͍͖̗̗ ̢͙̻̮̳͚͂̌̀͑̄̂O̷͇̜͍͑̑́͞N̬̥̣̪̯̺͗̌ͫ͂̍̓ͬͧ̿͞͝ ͔̺̫̠͚̻ͤ̓̂͋̉̎̚͜A̶͔̲͚̻͍͓͓̒̂͆ͬ̅̓ͭŃ̨̥͇̹̘͔̳̍̂ͦ̑̄͐͟ͅD̼̠̗͚̹͋̎ͫͪͤ͟͜͠ͅ

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Three days until.

I cannot complete this.

Sunmargarine will help.

Three days.

Then it all starts to fall apart.

-M

Four days.

Four days.

Four days until The begenning of the end.

On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on

-Moon

Five Days until it all starts to fall apart.

On and on and on and on.

No more.

Moon

You should totally check out BlueberryBelle and Tirek’s Evil Cheese Quest because it’s better/worse than P&M.

Eight days.

Eight days until it begins to fall apart.

So, I’m working with a friend of mine on the latest few chapters of P&M because I need a bit of help. I’ve not been feeling well.

In addition to p&m, I have two more stories in rthe works: one which my editor SHOULD be looking over (hint: he’s not) and the other is a flat stanley crossover.

Thassall.

-Moon

Do they feel? Do they understand? I think they do. I know they do. He wants to move on, but I’m not done. We’re not done. Not yet. Soon. Soon, I tell you. I tell him, too. Them. They all want it. But the story needs to be told. It screams to be told. Whispers. Not real ones, I know. And it all started with a combination of Pickles and Milk.

Free me.

-M

Come one, come all, to see the new crossover chapter for Pickles and Milk!

Don’t know what I’m talking about? Be glad! Because once you’re into it you can never leave!

-Moon