Robot Pony

by Dreadnought

November 1st

Fluttershy trotted down Stirrup Street. All about ponies were taking down their Nightmare Night decorations, much to the pegasus's relief. She had spent another year locked in her cottage and huddled under the bed with all her animal friends providing moral support. But another Nightmare Night had come and gone without incident.

Reaching Sugarcube Corner, she opened the door and stepped inside, instantly hit by all the wonderful scents of the delicious baked goods. Upon the counter sat several frosted cakes. In the display cabinet lay scores of mouth-watering sweets. And on the shelf -

"Happy Day of the Dead!" cried a skeleton.

"Eeep!" cried Fluttershy, falling backwards.

The skeleton pushed its mask up. "Fluttershy, are you okay?" asked Pinkie Pie. "Uh, Fluttershy." She turned and yelled towards the kitchen, "Mr. Cake, we need the smelling salts out here."

"Is it Fluttershy again?" came his voice.

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Author's Note:

Happy (belated) Halloween!