Thirty Minute Ponies: Silly, Sad, and Sweet

by Stereo_Sub

Internal Systems Log #3372, 8:04 AM (Prompt 98)

Prompt: Write A Story In 100 Words or Less

Awakening. I get up. Self check-ups complete, Voice says. System online. I smile. Another day of normal-pony friends, normal-pony food, and normal-pony fun. I shake my mane and walk downstairs.

Ingestion. The Cheery-Os are dry and slightly stale, but the food condenser reduces them to a semisweet paste anyway. Rarity’s probably either away or asleep. I don’t really mind. Let her have her rest. She, unlike me, needs it.

Departure. I finish the cereal and walk out the boutique's door, listening for the click as my magnetic manipulation core locks it behind me.

Another day. Another smile. Another lie.