"Anonymous, I'm hungry," cries the filly of terror at your side while you read the paper.
"Hi hungry, I'm Anon."
You drop the paper as a sense of dread washes over you. You've made a dad joke.
"Oh god. I'm turning!"
You drift out of reality, for how long? You're not sure. But long enough for Moonie to climb up onto the counter and start digging a hoof into the cookie jar. You lift her up and put the lid back on the jar.
"HEY! I was about to get a cookie."
"I can tell. You're not having cookies, I'll be making dinner soon so you're not filling up on junk."
"Can't I have just one?"
"No, now go play until tea is ready."
After you leave her in the lounge room, she begins to play with Sir Bearington but you know what she's like. She's scheming something. Just as you predicted, she's creeping low into the kitchen. You pretend you're none the wiser as you cut up some salad until you hear her lift the cookie jar.
As you spin around, you frighten her and she lets it slip out of her magic grip. Luckily, you're able to save it in time and Moonie has made a mad dash out of the room before you have a chance to tell her off. You just get back to making dinner and wait until attempt three. It takes her quite a while before she tries again. You've already finished serving the food when she comes sliding into the room inside a box with leaves and sticks taped too.
"If this is the best you've got then I don't see how so many ponies were terrified of you," you state as you lift the box up to reveal Sir Bearington.
You spin around to the cookie jar to see Moonie grinning at you.
"If that's how easy it is to fool you, then I can see why nopony was ever afraid of you," she retorts as she shoves and hoof into the jar.
You just let her go, grinning as she realises there are no cookies in the jar.
"What have you done with them you fiend?"
"I hid them because dinner is ready, you can have a couple when you've finished eating everything."
She gives a defeated pout as she walks over to her chair at the table, still scanning the room, most likely to guess where you'd hide the cookies.
"If you don't eat all your food, I'll eat all the cookies myself."
She immediately perks up and digs in.
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You're washing the dishes from tea while Moonie is laughing up a storm. After a while you hear a loud thud followed by yelling. You rush into the room to see Moonie on the floor reaching up towards Sir Bearington who is still on the chair.
"Go on without me, Sir Bearington, it's too late for me!"
She writhes and wriggles around while making sounds of pain and death. You just stare at her until she notices you and gives you a sheepish smile.
"How can your Queen be of assistance?"
"What are you doing?"
"Pretending the floor is lava. I fell and now a slow, agonising death is my reward for failure."
You shake your head with a smile and head back to the kitchen.
"Alright, round two," she cries out before immediately falling again.
You can't help but laugh as you return to the dishes.
Jesus Christ mt heart it hurts so much.
4557309 from cuteness?????? or what
4557667 The cuteness it hurts so much.
That was a clever third attempt. And the Dad joke!
>tfw you will never play pretend with nightmare moonie
shit i cant find a good enough picture for this that says "NOOOO"
All of my yes.
Guys! I managed to do it! I SURVIVED THIS CHAPTER WITH NO HEART PROBLEMS!
when you hit lava its not a slow death. all of the water in your body becomes steam and you explode instantly
4989899 You know what happens when you burn alive? Your eyeballs explode. blehg
Cute.
Really cute.
REALLY REALLY CUTE!!!
Hahahahaa, the dad jokes are the point of no return
Nicely done man, nicely done!
*is still dead with his heart hosting the funeral who is currently having a heart attack*
NO!! NOT TODAY CUTENESS!! I WILL.NEVER SURRENDER!!! *points at Nightmare Moon. Suddenly cuteness appears* No! Stop! *cuteness increases* AWWWW!!! *hugs Nightmare Moon*
Me: Its not THAT cute...
*reads story*
Me:*on the floor clutching at my chest with two hands*
That's what I imagine every new father.
The BEST tactic EVER
This one killed me.
My ghost is not amused by this, he's ecstatic.
That’s adorable.