Disposable Income Monitored

by Fireflower

Plant Amongst Silicate

Author's Note:

My name is Fireflower and this is my fourth My Little Pony Fanfic, using normal canon characters that is rated T for Teen; therefore, it is no clopfic whatsoever but it does have some moments of distress to a small extent: as a matter of fact, it took me about over two hours to make this because it's going to be a contest entry y'all know of so to speak of.

Anyways, I just want to state for the record, aside from My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic along with its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro, the character on the cover is Dave from Yin Yang Yo whom belongs to Bob Boyle II, not Disney so they can eat ground glass for all I care, especially after what they were doing right now.

Enjoy it while you can 'cause this was inspired by an R–rated film, Cliffhanger, I'd been watching a lot since I was a little toddler and since it's out of my system now, you should know that I'm frustrated with the fact even syndication has messed up its contents, even during the watershed periods so to speak of, leading me to make this crossover challenge.

It was dark as night but more limited in dimensions as of yet, one that was young and envied by observers as far as it was known; speaking of which, there were at least two of them whom had seemed to be alike in fair dignity as a light was emanating all about: their current location was a mess but otherwise in order, despite the lawlessness tracked in from the outside world of beyond.

Verily, the dual occupants in question were different for all their similarities, especially considering their own appearance: one was a pasty redhead with long hair and a small gauze covering the forehead, resting in betwixt both bedding and mattress; another, all bark and in no mood whatsoever to bite as there were a few leaves overhead, two of which furrowed brows.

Xenofiction was the experiment in action, yet the two were neither observers nor subjects, just as class was out of session as it were; even now, the oxygen they’d shared together was threatening to transmutation into something unfit for respiration or aspiration: the latter couldn’t help it for even a second, the solid integuments picking up on whatever dioxide came by from wheresoever.

Likewise, the former was wheezing about, slow and steady as a turtle but without a shell or shelter from the elements alone; although safe and sound, the occasional gasping was enough for a brief alarm to be served without chili or banditry no less: it was dry as a desert but much colder as far as it was heard within the confines so to speak of, not there was much to communicate.

Come to think of it, all was calm and peaceful between themselves, something that was ever so desperately needed in tried times: the past was just a distant memory, flammable as cellulose, ergo in dire need of preservation for whatever posterity would be awed; as for the future, it was coming on like a troublesome entendre nobody was ready, willing, or able to prepare for as is.

Despite the thickness all throughout, the hardened tenant saw thru it all with the softness of both amethyst orbs, one commonality: the curvatures made underneath the bedspread was enough to show how different they were on a cellular level for want of a lemma; that being said, not even the lighter sleeper was in danger either, despite the papery protection woven uniformly anyways.

Much words were left on the wayside as the latter turned the viewpoint over to a much blackened suitcase sitting onto a desktop: whatever fabrics were they and would’ve been worn, they’d never cover up the stains of a rather otherwise clean exterior as is; by contrast, the contents were emanating with an aroma of a troubled past ready to make contact in the future so to speak of it.

“Rest easy, Twist: even though I’d found a way back, I can’t leave you here like this, not when they’re still messing around…” a low and husky voice muttered effortlessly about.

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Meanwhile, the sands of time had been exposed to and by the golden sun above them as they were many times ago in the past: as beautiful its landscape was and is, desolation could be felt between heaven and earth, moreso beneath solid ground as it were; as a matter of fact, only the leafy onlooker was found in the area, protected by a large umbrella with some achromatic jugs.

Dark spots loomed underneath the loner’s purple eyes, imprinted between the snow white sclerae and the few freckles clustered: the leaves above themselves were arched together as they’d looked into binoculars’ lens at this present moment in due time; the heat and humid were nothing compared to the raw emotion channeled within their owner’s grimace shaken and stirred.

Considering the environment in and of itself, the leafy looker wouldn’t be the only one at wits’ end about the wait so to speak of: even with some water for company, they were a necessity compared to the solid object accompanying them all as it were; as a matter of fact, there were other plants but none like their observer, a bunch of cacti, greater and smaller as each other here.

Long ago, such an incursion and/or excursion was unthinkable by and large, no matter what the preparations made in their way; of course, patience was a virtue out of many, one that wouldn’t be so precarious signaled for the sake of attention, good and bad: in this case, all which had mattered was a certain turn of events to unfold out and about the desert, horseless and nameless.

Xenophobia was out of the question as far as the sands were concerned and so was xenophilia, neutral territory for nature as is; either way, it was only a matter of time until a meeting of the minds and souls alongside its bodies would finally take place: the ligneous looker knew it all too well as far as both eyes were still staring about, unperturbed by the wayward grains nevertheless.

Vitamins and minerals were in reserves as the leafy looker downed a jug of fluid without any kind of hesitation whatsoever; although some contents spilled onto the compound as they were, hydration was taking effect as the binoculars were overhead: its owner gasped for oxygen as the solution in and at hand regulated the temperatures within and beyond, returning focus at last.

In a matter of moments, morale was still descending thanks to gravity, even though there were no signs of steepness thereof here; although winds were hot and high, its gentle breezes were enough to keep the anticipation at bay, despite the sandy terrain as is: not even that would deter both flatfeet from making a trail somewhere else, especially after what had just been done as is.

A wave of static mesh escaped nearby the ligneous listener as an aged roughing tumbled bark garbled, “come in, dirtbag: I know you have the money; where the hell are you, dammit…‽”

Comments

[overdue]

by the end my cheeks were wet with tears

[Fireflower]

11652950

Any reason as to why...?

[Heartdrop]

this that one of
the characters in yin yang yo ?

[Fireflower]

11653373

Yes...

[Bicyclette]

It was dark as night but more limited in dimensions as of yet, one that was young and envied by observers as far as it was known; speaking of which, there were at least two of them whom had seemed to be alike in fair dignity as a light was emanating all about: their current location was a mess but otherwise in order, despite the lawlessness tracked in from the outside world of beyond.

so true

even now, the oxygen they’d shared together was threatening to transmutation into something unfit for respiration or aspiration: the latter couldn’t help it for even a second, the solid integuments picking up on whatever dioxide came by from wheresoever.

dangit now i have to put a quarter into the “integuments” jar

“Rest easy, Twist: even though I’d found a way back, I can’t leave you here like this, not when they’re still messing around…” a low and husky voice muttered effortlessly about.

oh so the redhead is Twist! and the other, a tree of some kind? i am having a difficult time following

in this case, all which had mattered was a certain turn of events to unfold out and about the desert, horseless and nameless.

hehe i do like this sentence. i’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name…

A wave of static mesh escaped nearby the ligneous listener as an aged roughing tumbled bark garbled, “come in, dirtbag: I know you have the money; where the hell are you, dammit…‽”

well, i did try my best to follow this, and i wonder if it would help if i’d had any knowledge of the crossover source at all. a fun challenge to try to unpack, and some fun turns of phrase here tho. and glad that Twist is in this. thank you for writing!

[Fireflower]

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How can you be sure if it's true; after all, I never said it was explicitly nighttime: what would be the guarantee all the same as it were?

To be fair, the young male is not like other organics we see on the show or anywhere else: as I'd shown in the title cover, he's a sapient mobile tree stump, hence the differences; speaking of which, have you recalled the term cell wall?

In any case, his name was Dave as I'd told prior and his place in the story is in media res as they'd say: to be honest, I'd been thinking about him having his own story a long time ago but didn't get around to it; as a matter of fact, I was itching to be writing for a different contest about two years ago no less.

Yeah, America, the band, had been on my mind a lot, especially since I'd bought San Andreas prior: as much of a joke as it were in retrospect, it was only 'cause of the Breaking Bad reference I'd thought of; even now, you'd understand why everything seemed to make no sense whatsoever initially as is.

Adding to this, it was just around the time that Cliffhanger was on my mind even before the last: I wrote this to cope with the frustration of how syndication has censored even the nonlethal stuff; get rid the fall fright and the back shot, alright then, but don't remove the cave fight or cliffside torture!