Chapter 15 - A theatrical Evening.
'Just another day in Ponyville!'—that's what Amelia thinks they should put on the welcome sign. There's never really a dull moment here; the village is always buzzing with something. Just the other day, Amelia, Vinyl, Lyra, and Bon Bon were chilling in a café, laughing and catching up—as friends do. But what caught Amelia off guard was Lyra suddenly going off about humans. You should've seen Amelia: she was super nervous, tapping her foot and playing dumb with Lyra about the difference between pony hands and human hands—hint: one's furry and the other's not.
After that, Vinyl took Amelia, Lyra, and Bon Bon to her place where they met up with Octavia, who was quietly writing in her book of what looked to be musical notes, an instrumental masterpiece being what Vinyl likes to call "Her love song to yours truly." You can imagine how quickly Octavia shut down that claim. It didn't help that Amelia egged Vinyl on, asking her to play her love song, which she did. Let's just say it was like listening to "This Could Be Us" by Rae Sremmurd, but with a lot more dubstep. Shock horror, it didn’t tug at Octavia’s heartstrings. The tune wasn’t even about love; it was more about what could be, almost as if Vinyl was trying to convince rather than confess. 'A' for effort, but an 'F' for execution and another ‘F’ for making everypony’s ears bleed.
After Vinyl was finished simping over Octavia, Octavia tagged along to our next location, saying she needed an excuse to get out of the house. Next, the group of ponies ended up at Sugarcube Corner, a bakery and confectionery in Ponyville operated by Mr. and Mrs. Cake. It turns out Bon Bon and Lyra work there too, part-time because they don’t make as much on the pitch. So, Bon Bon thought it was a good idea to help the Cake family out, especially with Mrs Cake's rumoured pregnancy. When they ‘tried’ to help, let’s just say it looked like they were baking on the floor rather than on the baking tables, and the walls—my god, the walls didn’t know what hit them. So yeah, ‘tried’ isn’t quite the word Amelia, Vinyl, or Lyra would use; it was more like ‘I’m gonna sabotage everypony’s work because I can’t bake to save my life.’ Saying Mrs Cake wasn’t happy was an understatement; she pulled out the fly swatter, and Amelia could swear she heard something as she ran for her life—a melody that sang in the background: She’s a runner, she’s a track star~
Next and last on the agenda to finish off the day: The Movies! Now let's circle back to the idea of 'Just another day in Ponyville'—there's never a bad day, it's never boring, and you never quite know what's about to happen. This movie theatre, on that very night, was a perfect example of what that means, and it all started with a few snacks.
The cinema wasn’t as crowded as Amelia had thought, although she couldn’t be too surprised as it was Super Sunday!—Mare City were playing The Mare United at home and was winning 1-0 the last time Amelia checked, looked like a good match to watch but, they were The Toffee’s rivals so Amelia just hoped that they both lose somehow. Amelia had a big smile on her face as she stuffed her face full of popcorn, her arm entire arm almost going missing in the salty goodness, Bon Bon, Vinyl and Octavia by her side. They had their tickets, their snacks and Vinyl’s secret stash of drinks she snuck in from under their jackets, walking down the long, dim hallway of theatres.
“Who’s ready to finally see Fallout Equestria 2, eh? Apparently, it's gonna be a lot more gruesome and action-packed!” Vinyl muttered while flinging popcorn in the air, catching it with her mouth.
“I can’t wait to see it! The first movie was awesome but, I’ve heard that the second movie is even better.” Bon Bon squirmed in a fan-girl kinda way, wearing a black and red striped wig with a white horn protruding. Who did that wig belong to again? Poker? Go Fish? Blackjack? Blackjack! That’s the name!
“Question!” Amelia suddenly sprung up, her hand raised.
“Ask away!” Vinyl said, flicking the popcorn in the air once again but this time, the popcorn bounced off her forehead, landing on the carpet floor.
“Do I need to see the first Fallout Equestria to understand the second one?” Amelia asked, making the group stop and stare.
“Yes.” Bon Bon said, taking a swig out of her straw.
“No.” Vinyl shrugged, doing some kickie ups with the popcorn she dropped.
“I don’t know.” Octavia said with disinterest, more focused on her phone.
Thank you, girls. That answers my question…
“Wait, wait, wait… what do you mean by no? Fallout Equestria is so detailed with the plot, of course, Amelia would have to see the first movie.” Bon Bon Pressed, narrowing her eyes.
“Nuh-uh!” Vinyl responded, making Bon Bon raise a brow.
“What do you mean Nuh-uh? The first movie tells you how the great war started, who the ministry mares are, the history of stable tech, and the factions all around the wasteland. She’s gonna be oblivious of what's going on.” Bon Bon scrutinised, making Vinyl roll her eyes behind her shades.
“Alright, alright, I’ll explain it to Amelia real quick then.” Vinyl huffed, looking down at Amelia. “So firstly, long-ass movie and confusing lore. Secondly, the protagonist has unbelievable plot armour. Thirdly, a pony’s head will get their heads blown off one way or another. Fourthly, Zombies and laser guns. Fifthly, and most importantly… sex scenes, lesbian sex scenes.”
Oh, so it's basically Planet Terror but on even more steroids or Discord has had a second Great War that I’m not aware of…
“No, Vinyl—*sigh* it's not that simple! It's more complex than that, the development of the characters shows the effects of the wasteland, the environment on the map is breathtakingly detailed, and even some of the antagonists are so well-written that you can’t help but like them somewhat. Fallout Equestria is so well-written that—are you two even listening?”
“—and when Little Pip used all her magical power to pick up the train cart, she dropped it on the alicorn and before the alicorn knew it—SPLAT! She is crushed! It was freakin’ awesome!” Vinyl said with childlike enthusiasm, making Amelia listen in awe. Bon Bon just huffed, muttering to herself with a sulky face.
“Hold on… Where is Lyra?” Octavia finally said, looking around to see her missing. Lyra was just with them a moment ago but in this empty hallway of theatres and postures, it was just the for of them.
“Your guess is as good as mine, Octy. Lyra’s attention span is that of a foal, it wouldn’t surprise me if she was in the arcades for another round.” Vinyl responded with a shrug.
“Meh, don’t worry, she has a knack for disappearing and showing up randomly. Come on, let's just get inside before we miss the previews, I wanna see what new movies are coming soon.” Bon Bon waved off, continuing her walk. Amelia followed, eager to enter the theatre room.
Amelia and her friends walked into the cinema, greeted by the sight of a vast black screen and rows of red, plush chairs. The room was mostly empty except for a few scattered movie-goers. As usual, it wouldn’t be a cinema without a teen couple in the back, wait… is that Royal Rune? He must have given up on Scootaloo. He had his arm around a filly’s shoulder, his face close to hers with that charming expression—well, as charming as you can get with earring on one of his ears.
Midway in the row of seats was undeniably a die-hard Fallout Equestria fan, decked out in a cool, handmade suit of plastic power armour, curved and fit to perfection, almost as if it was the real thing. Amelia couldn’t see who it was as the pony was wearing the helmet, popcorn on his or hers lap. Now that’s a pony Amelia would love to hand around with.
And near the front was the typical chatty, chatty, chat chat chat pony, hood up, phone to the pony’s ear, oblivious to everyone around him. Hmm, a good karate chop will sort him out, Amelia thought, hardening her flap hand.
“Yo! Thunderlane! What up?” Vinyl said, making the hooded pony stop talking, peak up and turn towards Vinyl. Sure enough, Thunderlane was under that hood as he pulled it down to reveal his dark fur.
“HA! I’ll call you back, babe. Love you. *smooch, smooch, smooch sound*” Thunderlane said, making kissy sounds before hanging up. “Guys! Didn’t expect to see any of you here, what’s going on? Here for the movie?” Thunder asked, giving everyone a fist bump.
“Hell yeah!
“You know it!”
“Yep!”
“Sure…”
Replied the group, each having a different level of enthusiasm, Amelia having the highest and Octavia the lowest. “Well, I’m not, I’m hiding away from the misses.” Thunder replied, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Is she being bossy again?” Vinyl grinned, giving a knowing look. The huff said it all.
“She wants foals…”
The whole theatre seem to go quiet by the breaking news, all eyes on Thunderlane as he awaited a response. However, his response was an outburst from Amelia who tried and failed to hold her laugh, pointing at the misery that was Thunderlane. Octavia however was delighted by the news, showing her approval with a congratulatory hug. Bon Bon was also supportive, telling him how amazing of an opportunity it was to start a family. However, Vinyl, surprisingly enough had a neutral expression which Amelia spotted. She pulled Thunderlane to one side, a arm around his shoulder as she whispered something in his ear, but because Amelia was a pegasus, she heard what was said. 2-0 to the pegasus.
“Look, Thunder. By the look on your face, you’d rather jump in a pool of sharks than knock up your marefriend.” Vinyl said in an understanding tone.
“Actually, I think I’d rather—”
“Nevertheless, if your not ready for such responsibility, just let her know how you feel. Worst thing you can do is keep your feelings hidden and do something you don’t wanna do. You get me?” Vinyl said, making Thunderlane nod silently. “Good, lad. Now come on, let’s have some fun for the night, eh?” Vinyl patted his back, her smile making him smile.
Amelia's lips curved into a smile. Despite Vinyl's often immature antics and her laid-back demeanour, it was heartening for Amelia to witness that she also possessed a mature and nurturing side when it came to her friends. That’s probably why she has so many friends, which is why everyone naturally gravitates towards her. She's like the big sister of ponyville.
The group took their seats near the middle of the rows of seats, Amelia settling down next to Bon Bon, who was indulging herself with popcorn. Vinyl however seemed to turn back to her original self as with a mischievous spark in her eyes, thumbed to the back seats behind her, attempting to coax Octavia to join her — and I quote — in the cinema and chill seats… wiggling her eyebrows playfully. However, Octavia merely huffed at her invitation and chose to sit next to Bon Bon instead, making Vinyl sulk and sit next to Thunderlane, mumbling to herself.
A laugh escaped lips as she watched Vinyl try and woo Octavia, which ended with Vinyl pouting. Despite the setback, Amelia couldn’t help but admire Vinyl’s resilient spirit; she never seemed to let rejection dampen her mood for long.
Just then, Lyra burst into the theatre, arms laden with two buckets of popcorn and an oversized soda, her face lit up with a broad grin. "Sorry I'm late!" she exclaimed, setting down the snacks with a flourish.
Amelia raised an eyebrow in amusement. "And where were you?" she asked, curious about Lyra's delay.
Lyra's smile widened. "Look who I found!" she announced, gesturing towards the entrance of the theatre. Following her gesture, Amelia was pleasantly surprised to see Apple Bloom and the dreading sight of Scootaloo making their way down the aisle. What were they doing to get here!? Apple Bloom was dressed in a blue Stable Tech jumpsuit, her face beaming with excitement at seeing Amelia. Scootaloo, on the other hand, wore her usual casual outfit and headphones, her expression indifferent to the surroundings as she looked down on her phone..
"Hey, Amelia!" Apple Bloom called out cheerfully as she approached. She seemed thrilled to join the group, her enthusiasm evident. Amelia waved back, her own smile brightening.
“Hey, Apple Bloom! Come and sit next to me!” Amelia beamed, patting the seat next to her. Apple Bloom nodded vigorously, making her way over to Amelia by shuffling through, dragging Scootaloo by her arm who seemed to subconsciously follow, not looking up from her phone. Did she even know she was in the cinema? That was confirmed when Scootaloo quickly glanced up for a second before looking back down at her phone, only for her to double-take at her surroundings, her eyes locking with Amelia, the familiar tension resuming as Scootaloo.
"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in.” Scootaloo declared, her voice resonant enough to ensure Amelia heard every word, prompting Amelia to raise an eyebrow in amused curiosity.
"Dragged in? Bitch, I am the cat, and you're just the rat.” Amelia retorted sharply, her quick comeback causing Scootaloo to scoff dismissively at the biting remark.
"Oh yeah? Sounds like you're itching for a fight, birdbrain.” Scootaloo shot back, stopping mid-sentence to clench her fists, her stance bristling with confrontation.
"Now your just asking for it.” Amelia responded darkly, slowly rising from her seat. Her fists clenched tightly, mirroring Scootaloo's aggressive posture as she took a deliberate step forward, both teenagers mentally gearing up to let their fists fly. The air thickened with tension, but the imminent brawl was abruptly halted.
Just as punches were about to be thrown, Bon Bon seized Amelia's collar, her grip unyielding, while Apple Bloom firmly grasped Scootaloo, their earth pony strength unshakeable, keeping the two hotheads well out of striking distance.
"Good grief, y’all. Give it a break.” Apple Bloom sighed, exuding a calm authority as she effortlessly pulled Scootaloo back, lifting and seating her with a stern glare that silently scolded her like a misbehaving child. Scootaloo blinked, momentarily stunned by being handled as effortlessly as a rag doll.
In contrast, Amelia received a sharp karate chop to the back of her head from Bon Bon, which made her yelp in sudden pain.
"Ooowweeee!" Amelia wailed, her hands quickly cradling the throbbing spot on her head.
"Then sit down, both of you. I’m not letting you ruin the movie.” Bon Bon declared sternly, her voice firm and resolute, making it clear that further disruptions would not be tolerated. All Scootaloo and Amelia could do now was glare at each other, promising that this wasn’t over.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed further, and the screen flared to life with the bright, enticing visuals of upcoming movie trailers. Each preview rolled one after the other, offering glimpses into a variety of fictional worlds that captivated the audience's attention.
The first trailer was for "Galactic Guardians: Nebula's Rise." a thrilling space opera that promised intense battles and a deep dive into the origins of the fan-favourite character, Nebula Starfighter. Dramatic music and stunning visuals of space combat filled the screen, drawing excited murmurs from the audience.
Following that was "Circuit Runners: Full Throttle." an action-packed cyberpunk adventure. It featured high-speed chases through a neon-lit cityscape, where hackers and corporate spies battle for control over the digital frontier. The intense electronic soundtrack and slick visual effects promised a high-octane cinematic experience.
Another preview rolled, this time for "Ghostly Echoes: Haunt of the Past." a spine-chilling horror film that explored a haunted mansion with a twisted history. The trailer was filled with suspenseful pauses and sudden, eerie happenings that made even the bravest in the audience shift uncomfortably in their seats.
As the screen flickered with the imminent arrival of the next trailer, Amelia reached eagerly into her popcorn bucket, her eyes fixed on the large, inviting screen above. Her anticipation was palpable, but as her fingers danced around the container in search of more kernels, they met with an unexpected emptiness. Peering into the bucket, her suspicion was confirmed—no popcorn remained. She had polished off the salty treat before the film had even begun, a frequent occurrence at the movies for Amelia.
Suddenly, her stomach protested loudly against the binge, rumbling audibly in the dark, crowded theater. "Oh, bloody hell…" she muttered to herself, the discomfort from her overindulgence mounting. Wriggling past Bon Bon, Octavia, Thunderlane, and Vinyl with an embarrassed haste, she made a swift exit from the theater room, not daring a backward glance.
Her stride was awkward as she approached the restroom, each step filled with regret over her popcorn gluttony. Upon pushing open the door, she was greeted by the sight of two figures at the sinks, clearly not expecting company.
One was a striking white-furred pegasus, her presence bold and defiant as she had a phone to her ear, waiting for someone to pick up on the other end. Her mane boasted an eclectic mix of black, thick neon green, and thin white streaks, styled in a punk flair that screamed rebellion. Her neon green eyes pierced the mundane surroundings with an intense glare, complemented by the leather biker’s jacket she wore, which screamed edge and defiance.
Beside her, a zebra mare exuded a contrasting aura of quiet dignity. Her coat, a soft tan peppered with dark blonde stripes, radiated elegance. Her mane was a free-flowing cascade of curls, and her light, wise blue eyes seemed to observe the world with a tranquil acceptance. Her attire—a pair of ripped blue jeans and a chic designer shirt—married casual with trendy, making her as captivating, though in a distinctly different manner.
Amelia's entrance into the restroom coincided with the end of an intense phone call. The punk pegasus, apparently named Jet, exhaled her frustration into the echoey space. "Tsk, Rainbow isn’t picking up again. I swear, all that pegasus is good for is scoring goals.” she grumbled in a distinct Baltimore accent, her irritation palpable as she stuffed her phone back into her pocket and crossed her arms defiantly.
The zebra, Zen, responded with a light, teasing tone, her slight—korean accent?… smoothing over the tension. "Hey! What have I told you, Jet? Relax and let's enjoy our date. You don’t need to be a captain off the pitch, y’know." Her words prompted an eye roll and a resigned sigh from Jet, who, after a moment's resistance, nodded in agreement and absentmindedly scratched the back of her head while looking in the mirror.
"Yeah, I guess you're right as always, Zen… But Celestia damn it, she is so frustrating to deal with. As soon as she’s back in training, I’m gonna make sure she can’t feel her feet with that amount of running I’m gonna get her to do.” Jet declared, her fist clenched as she envisioned the gruelling training she planned for Rainbow Dash. Amelia's ears perked up at the mention. Was Jet actually Rainbow Dash’s captain for the Gunners Hoofball Club?
Their conversation was cut short as Zen noticed Amelia, her voice warming as she greeted her. "Enough Hoofball talk and let's go before we miss—oh, hello there."
"Oh, hi.” Amelia responded awkwardly, stepping aside to clear the way for them.
Zen offered a sweet smile and moved towards the exit, while Amelia's gaze lingered on Jet, captivated by her fierce neon eyes. Noticing Amelia's stare, Jet looked her way, her gaze sharp but not unkind, the look of someone accustomed to leadership.
"Hey, I know you.” Amelia blurted out, recognising the pegasus from somewhere.
"Yeah, figures.” Jet responded with a roll of her eyes, already pulling out a pen from her jacket. "Where do you want me to sign my autograph?" Her tone was a mix of weariness and routine, the voice of someone frequently recognised but rarely known.
“Oh no, nothing like that.” Amelia said quickly, shaking her head. “It’s just—I over heard your conversation with Rainbow Dash the other day about missing training is all.” Amelia mentioned, raising her brow in intrigue, her eyes narrowing slightly.
“Hmmm, what’s your name kid?” Jet said with curiosity, placing her pen back in her pocket with a swirl. Amelia’s eyes went wide by the bold question. Guess she is one to get straight to the point.
“A-Aurora Breeze.” Amelia said, the answer practiced. She almost given Jet her real name. Jet hummed again, now looking disinterested.
“Oh, sorry, I thought you was that young, pegasus goalkeeper called Amelia. My bad…” Jet mumbled, looking away and continuing out the door.
“No, no, I—” suddenly, a thunderbolt struck Amelia mid sentence, her bowel movements not agreeing with her. “Oh, sod it.” Amelia decided to not dilly dally much longer, and went to relieve herself of the growing pressure. Once she did her business, she sighed with satisfaction, her hand instinctively reaching for the roll of toilet paper on the side of the stall. However, that’s where her fortune ended. When she could feel the toilet paper anyway, her heart skipped a beat and felt a cold sweat on her brow.
Oh boy…
Amelia felt her neck creak towards the side where the toilet paper was meant to be, her face a look of absolute dread at the sight of no toilet paper on the holder.
“Oh no… Oh no, no, no, no, no. This can’t be happening right now.”
For what felt like an eternity—half an hour to be exact—Amelia sat stranded, her predicament as awkward as it was frustrating. Her legs were cramped, and her spirits dampened as she realised that no cinematic superhero was going to rescue her with a spare roll of toilet paper. The theatre, filled with the engrossed audience of the latest blockbuster, seemed to have forgotten her entirely.
"How could they not notice I was missing?" she lamented silently, feeling utterly forsaken.
In desperation, Amelia reached for her phone to call Vinyl, praying that at least technology wouldn't fail her. But alas, the signal bars refused to appear, leaving her stranded without an escape. She even clasped her hands together, half-jokingly summoning Discord for aid—though she half-expected he'd just revel in her misery. If so, Amelia would make sure to put him in goal where he would have to save a full powered penalty from the Brazilian Hulk, but not to score. That’ll teach him.
What now? Amelia pondered her next steps. Leaving without taking care of personal hygiene was out of the question—that would be downright barbaric. But missing more of the movie, especially a film as thrilling as "Fallout.” was equally unbearable.
"Awwwww, this sucks!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing slightly against the tile, her arms crossing in a pout.
Just as she was about to surrender to her fate, the restroom door creaked open. Frantic footsteps hurried in, accompanied by a string of curses. "Damn it, damn it, damn it! Damn that Pony Pecan Fiesta Taco!" The newcomer’s accent was thick, her frustration palpable as she slammed into the stall next to Amelia's.
Once the sounds of hurried relief subsided, Amelia seized her chance. "H-hey, do you have toilet paper over there?" she asked, her voice tinged with embarrassment.
The brief silence that followed seemed to stretch into infinity, heightening the absurdity of the situation.
“The God of toilet paper has abandoned this place…”
God damn it…
Amelia's voice quivered with disbelief, her frustration palpable in the cramped confines of the restroom stall. "You can NOT be serious right now! Why didn’t you check before you went to the toilet!?" she demanded, her hand pressed against her forehead as if to physically restrain her mounting irritation.
"I was desperate, okay? There wasn't any time to check!" came the defensive retort from the stall next door, the voice tinged with a mix of regret and urgency. Amelia exhaled a weary sigh, her frustration softening into resignation.
"Alright, alright, let's just calm down. We need to think together here. Do you see anything at all we could use? Anything to wipe with?" Amelia asked, her voice now laced with a thread of hope as she scanned her own stark surroundings once again.
"Nothing at all, it’s bare as bones in here. Looks like it's just you and me until our hero shows up or we get a new stall buddy.” replied the mare nonchalantly from the adjacent stall, her casual tone at odds with the gravity of their predicament, prompting Amelia to bite her lip in contemplation.
"I'm not staying in this stall for another minute! I want out!" Amelia declared, her voice a cocktail of anger and apprehension echoing off the tile walls.
"Wait! Maybe there’s toilet paper in the stall next to you! Go and check it out!" suggested the mare, her voice cutting through Amelia's spiralling thoughts.
"Don’t be ridiculous! I’m completely naked here!" Amelia shot back, incredulity colouring her tone. "How about you check the stall on your side, eh?"
"I’m not joking, love. But I’m in no condition to walk out like this.” the mare replied, her voice heavy with annoyance.
"Well, do you have any other bright ideas? Time's running out here!" Amelia pressed, her anxiety mounting.
"Relax, our best option is to wait for someone to come in, so you might as well get comfortable.” the mare concluded, her voice resigned to their fate.
“No! I refuse to wait another sec—”
Amelia’s protest was cut short as the restroom door swung open, interrupting her with a clatter of footsteps. Seizing the moment, Amelia didn't wait for the newcomer to settle in; her voice was desperate, loud, and urgent.
“Hey!—HEY! WAIT! WE NEED TOILET PAPER!” she bellowed, her voice echoing off the sterile tiles, her previous embarrassment now a distant concern.
“OI! STOP! WE’VE GOT A SITUATION HERE!” the mare in the next stall joined in, pounding on the thin partition with a thud that resonated through the cramped space. Despite their clamour, there was no acknowledgement; the sound of a stall door clicking shut next to them signalled the newcomer’s ignorance of their plight. “I SWEAR TO GOD! IF YOU SIT DOWN WITHOUT CHECKING…”
“PLEASE! I BEG! DON’T DO SOMETHING YOU’LL REGRET!” Amelia continued, her voice a mix of pleading and warning.
“WHY ARE YOU IGNORING US, BITCH! THIS ISN’T GOING TO END WELL FOR THE THREE OF US IF YOU DON’T HAVE—”
“Shit…”
Silence fell for a moment, a pregnant pause in the drama unfolding within the confines of the restroom. Amelia, exasperated, flailed her arms in disbelief, feeling the irony of the situation deep in her bones. How could the newcomer not hear their desperate cries?
Then, a timid voice cut through the tension, “Hey? Is anypony there?”
Amelia rubbed her temples, frustration mounting. “YES!”
“YES!” echoed the mare next to her.
“Oh… Can I get some toilet paper?”
“NO!”
“NO!” they shouted in unison.
“Oh… okay.”
“What in Celestia’s name were you thinking!? We were shouting for you and everything!” The first mare’s voice rose in visible frustration, her disbelief clear.
“I’m sorry! I had my earphones in! I mustn’t have heard you!” came the apologetic, muffled reply from the third stall.
“WHO LISTENS TO MUSIC WHILE TAKING A DUMP!?” Amelia’s voice peaked, a mix of incredulity and irritation surging through her.
“ME APPARENTLY!!!” the newcomer defended, her voice equally raised, echoing Amelia’s own exasperation.
Silence enveloped the restroom once more, the awkward tension palpable as the mares contemplated their dire situation. The air was thick with the mingled scents of frustration and desperation, only broken by the second mare's attempt to shift the mood.
“So… what were you listening to?” she asked, her voice casual yet oddly timed, prompting Amelia to raise an eyebrow in disbelief. Really? Right now?
“Uh, I was listening to Coloratura’s latest song: Beyond Me. It’s a big hit.” the third mare replied, her tone light, sparking a small hum of approval from her neighbour.
“Nice… a bit of Rara, ay? I prefer listening to Sweetie Belle, a brilliant vocalist she is.” the second mare responded softly, eliciting an exasperated eye roll from Amelia.
“Meh, Coloratura is better than Sweetie Belle by a mile.” the third mare stated nonchalantly, her dismissive tone causing a brief, tense silence to fall over the restroom. Amelia sensed the conversation was about to take a turn. Oh, this could get good…
“Okay, I tried to be nice, but it's obvious you want to start a war. Sweetie Belle is a better singer by far.” the second mare retorted, her irritation evident.
“Please, everypony loves her because she’s young. If it wasn’t for her cute looks and voice cracks, she wouldn’t be half as popular as she is now.” the third mare countered dismissively. The heat between them was palpable, and Amelia found herself unexpectedly invested in the debate.
Where is my popcorn for this?
Despite her discomfort, Amelia was amused by the escalating argument, reminiscent of fans passionately disputing whether Taylor Swift or Katy Perry was the superior artist. Initially entertaining, the dispute soon grew tedious as it dragged on.
“You're so lucky I can’t leave this stall; otherwise, I’d kick your ass!” the second mare threatened, her voice laden with aggression.
“Oooo, I’m sooooo scared.” mocked the third mare, clearly unphased by the threat.
“Alright, that’s enough!” Amelia interjected, cutting through the bickering. She needed to steer the conversation back to practical matters. “Hey—uh, what's your name?” she asked the third mare.
“Me? I’m Mudd Bludd.” the mare replied. The name Mudd Bludd rang a bell in Amelia’s mind.
“Wait a minute… you're that bat pony that plays for The Hammers, the midfielder, right? Yeah, I remember you now.” the still unknown mare realized suddenly.
Really? Why are there so many hoofball players here today?
“Anyway, Mudd Bludd, is there anything at all in your stall we can wipe with? Anything?” Amelia inquired urgently.
“Nada, nothing—unless…”
“Unless what!” Amelia pressed, desperate for a solution.
“Unless we use our bit bills…” Mudd suggested, causing Amelia's eyes to widen in shock.
“But… but… I have no money!” Amelia lamented, frantically searching her pockets in vain.
“Damn, I knew I should have pulled out some cash from the bank earlier. Could have saved me a lot of time…” the other mare muttered regretfully.
“Problem though!” Mudd interjected, adding another layer to their predicament.
“What now!” Amelia exclaimed, her patience wearing thin.
“They are 100-bit bills.” Mudd disclosed, her tone indicating the gravity of considering such valuable currency as an emergency resource.
"Meh, you're a hoofball player, you'll make up for it in the next few days.” the still unknown mare dismissed with a casual wave of her hand. "Just pass one over, please! It's getting dry."
"Ew!" Amelia couldn't help but cringe at the all-too-graphic comment. "I didn’t need to know that."
"Uhhh… I don’t know, I don’t want to waste 300 bits!" Mudd expressed her reluctance, her anxiety evident in the tone of her voice.
"Come on! I’ll pay you back eventually, you'll be doing me a solid here."
"Yeah! Me too!" Amelia chimed in, though she was unsure how exactly she would manage the repayment. Oh well, that’s a problem for future Amelia to worry about.
"Hmmm… alright.” Mudd finally conceded with a resigned huff. Amelia and the other mare exhaled in unison, a sigh of shared relief filling the cramped space.
A moment later, a light mud-brown hand slipped under the side of the stall, holding two crisp green bills. Amelia’s eyes widened as she took them, her expression morphing from distress to a sort of reverent gratitude. For a fleeting second, the thought of keeping the extra hundred crossed her mind, a mischievous glint in her eye. However, she quickly dismissed the idea, extending her hand to pass the bill under to the waiting mare.
With the exchange made, the sound of rustling bills filled the air as they all began to address their immediate needs.
"Ahhhhh, that might have been the most expensive wipe I’ve ever had!" The second mare couldn't help but laugh as she flushed the toilet, the sound echoing slightly in the tiled room.
"Laugh it up, but you better pay what you owe.” Mudd retorted, her tone half-joking, half-serious, as she too flushed the toilet.
"Thanks, Mudd Bludd! I owe you big time.” Amelia added sincerely, feeling a weight lift as she flushed her own toilet. The ordeal was over, and it was time to face what came next. That’s when Amelia got a good look at the two.
The bat pony, known as Mudd Bludd, possesses a striking and somewhat intimidating appearance. Her fur is a deep, cerakote mud brown, providing a rich, earthy base that contrasts sharply with the vivid blood red of her curly bangs, which tumble forward in a playful yet wild cascade over her forehead. Her eyes, sharp and arresting, glow with an intense orange gold hue, piercing through any dimness with their bat-like luminescence.
Mudd Bludd’s attire adds to her enigmatic presence. She wears a sleek, grey trench coat that falls gracefully to her knees, the fabric catching light with every movement, hinting at a life of stealth and agility. Underneath, she sports black pants that complement her slim, athletic build, tailored to allow freedom for her powerful leg muscles and feet. On her feet are high heels, black and polished, which click authoritatively against the floor, announcing her presence before she even speaks.
Her wings, an impressive span of webbed skin stretched between long, slender finger bones, are partially visible, protruding from slits in her coat. The wings carry the same deep mud brown as her fur, with veins subtly darker, almost shadow-like. Her fangs, small but sharply pointed, peek out just over her lower lip, adding a hint of danger to her otherwise composed and mysterious demeanour.
As Amelia turned, she immediately locked eyes with the figure in front of her. The earth pony had a commanding presence, cloaked in a maroon-red fur that varied in shades and tones, giving her an almost luminous quality under the restroom's fluorescent lights. Her mane, a mix of deep reds with bold white stripes, was styled into a long, flowing ponytail that moved with a life of its own. Her eyes, darker maroon than her fur, held an intensity that was both striking and unsettling.
There was something eerily familiar about her that made Amelia pause. If it weren't for Amelia’s vibrant blue fur, her pegasus heritage, and smaller stature, this mare could have passed as an older version of herself. She was dressed in an expensive black tracksuit and trackie pants, branded with Spike, Equestria's equivalent of Nike. The outfit was rounded out with black Spike AirForces trainers, adding a sleek, athletic touch to her look.
Amelia's heart raced as she absorbed the details, realisation slowly dawning on her. This wasn't just any mare; she was clad in the garb of an athlete, her demeanour one of quiet confidence that spoke of a seasoned competitor. The mare was a known figure in the hoofball world, a prodigious talent whose right foot was feared by goalkeepers across the leagues. She had recently made the jump from academy play to starring in the first team, where she was quickly making a name for herself.
The Red’s number 67, an up-and-coming shooter whose prowess on the field was as remarkable as her sudden appearance here. The mare was none other than Redsica Mile. A player that Amelia watched helplessly as she scored against the Toffees that very night.
“Redsica!?”
“Amelia!?
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True enough, but he’s trying to repent for his past actions.
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Perfect representation!😂
As a Fallout: Equestria fan and spin-off writer, I firmly believe that any such spin-off should be written with the expectation that anyone reading it has read the original and knows what's going on.
Great story so far
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Thank you!
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Yeah your welcome
What country and club is the author a fan of?
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I'm from England and I'm a Liverpool fan.
Pretty good