Sour Cream
by Present Perfect
"Did you hear the news?"
The halls of Crystal Prep were alive with whispers and accusations. Students, teachers and staff alike all had one question on their lips: What happened to Principal Cinch?
After her embarrassing conduct at the Friendship Games, there had been a moment when those same halls rang with the footsteps and hushed tribunals of the school board, and nothing else. That had been before the weekend; now Monday's air vibrated with possibility.
Had she been suspended? Sacked? Transferred? Worse?
Everyone had a theory, but none knew the truth. And that was why Sour Sweet was in Principal Cinch's office, watching her clean out her desk.
"I'm pleased you came to see me, dear," Cinch said, her uncharacteristic niceness setting Sour's teeth on edge. "It's good to know that I'll be missed and remembered after my tenure."
"I won't miss my Principal Cinch dart board, that's for sure," Sour said under her breath.
"What was that, dear?"
"I said, it's just a shame the school board kicked you out, Principal Cinch!" Sour clasped her hands under her chin and batted her eyes. "You did nothing wrong!"
"Oh no, my dear." Cinch waved her hand. "I wasn't forced out, I resigned. Well..." She cleared her throat. "Between you and I, I was given a choice of either resigning or losing my pension and likely much more. I'm not proud to have chosen the better part of valor, but at least I can retain a bit of dignity."
"Good luck, Principal Cinch!" Sour said, and made for the door.
Outside, she met Sugarcoat, arms crossed over her chest and with her usual frown.
"So what did Cinch say?"
Sour Sweet strode out into the hallway, hands on her hips. She stopped, tipped her head back, and let out an ear-splitting laugh.
"Wahahaha! At last, the mighty Abacus Cinch has fallen! Now I, Sour Sweet, am leader of the Decepti-- I mean, Crystal Prep!" She raised her hands to the ceiling, fingers clenched as though she were holding orbs of power. "Bow before me, high school students, for I am your true master!"
What few students were near the offices regarded her with flat, slightly confused looks. There was a tap on her shoulder.
"A-hem."
Sour Sweet gulped and turned around. Dean Cadence regarded her with a raised eyebrow. Behind her, Sugarcoat glared.
"Actually," Cadence said, "I'm in charge until a new principal is appointed. So when you serve detention in the principal's office tonight, you can expect to have me as company."
As she went back into her office, Sugarcoat approached, walking past Sour.
"You need to accept that your plans are terrible and no one actually wants you to be in charge."
Sour Sweet crossed her arms and tried to melt the floor tiles with her scowl.
"Aw, scrap."
This is genius.
Man, these stories.
I dunno, man.
What.
6664757
Hey, the movie started it. :B
6664811
you're getting the hang of it :V
Given my headcanon that human Vinyl Scratch's father is G1 Soundwave, this works beautifully. ("WONDERCOLTS SUPERIOR. SHADOWBOLTS INFERIOR.")
While we're on the topic of random crossovers, I now find myself picturing this portrayal of Sour Sweet as related to Revolver Ocelot. Isn't Chronic Backstabbing Disorder hereditary?
6664943 Yep. Wait, how is Vinyl related to Soundwave?
6665281
Why do you think she never speaks? She got her father's voice. (Well, it's more Auto-Tune than Ghostface Killer, but similar distortion effects.)
6665323 Are you implying that Vinyl's an android?
6666205
The proper term is Cybertronian-American.
6666245 And I'm an Eco-American. :P
Abacus cinch? Was that a reference to To Kill a Mockingbird?
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There's every possibility it is!
Now she has to fight Rainbow Dash in a Battle to the Death
6666205 Late reply is late, but why not? We already have a bunch of Apples, why not an android?
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