"MOM!" Shining Armor called across the house, "Twilight took my ball again!"
Twilight Velvet sighed, rubbing her temples. It had been like this for weeks, Shining Armor and Twilight Sparkle had been fighting, bickering, and picking on each other ever since Twilight had learned some basic magic. She flaunted it all over the house and it annoyed her brother, who was often the victim to these harmless pranks she dished out.
"TWILIGHT GIVE YOUR BROTHER BACK HIS HOOFBALL!" She belted out across the house.
"Not until he apologizes for spilling his juice on my Beginner's Magic book!"
"Make me!" The older brother replied. This was followed by a loud crash and the sound of glass breaking, then a few moments of silence.
Twilight Velvet figured the two were staring at the carnage they had caused, fearfully imagining the torturous punishment they would receive. What would it be this time? Sitting in the corner for hours? Being sent to their room without dinner? No, Twilight Velvet knew the best punishment for her children. She smiled devilishly and stood up, making sure her chair squeaked along the floor. She then stomped her way up the stairs to the children's shared bedroom before opening the door loudly.
She looked around the room but only saw the shattered remains of a lamp sitting in the middle of the floor. She smiled again, then, in the most stern and angry voice she could manage at the moment, she said those fateful words.
"Just wait until your father gets home."
Upon hearing these words, Twilight Sparkle and Shining Armor held onto each other even tighter from the safety of under Shining's bed. They were doomed and they knew it. It was only a matter of time.
Oh boy ... knowing something nasty is coming your way is usually far worse than the nasty itself, especially if it's left vague.
6210379 Welcome to my life... my anxiety filled life.
6210598 Mine too ... I can easily think of more horrible things than anything that actually comes down the pike.
Oh... Oh no... Oh my god no, please... anything but that...
It was dark when Night Light returned to his home. As he took out his key and began to unlock the door her noticed how eerily quite it was. No longer was there the loud and raucous laughter of foals.
He gulped, remembering what had happened last time, and steeling his resolving he turned the key in his magic and let the door swing inward.
He trotted slowly into the living room, the overbearing solitude seemingly magnifying the squeak of the wooden floor with every step. As he approached the living room Night Light could make out a faint whimpering.
Before him he found Twilight Velvet reclined in the arm-chair, her most, motherly face on. He could make out two little, shaking horns peeking out from behind the chair.
Night Light heaved a sigh and rubbed a hoof against his temples, "Another vase?"
Twilight Velvet nodded.
"Ok, I'll pick up another in the morning." And Night Light turned and climbed the stairs to go to his bedroom for a good night's sleep. Behind him he could hear the faint sighs of relief of their foals.