The internet is a vast entity. The internet is only reached through web browsers. These web browser are held up by their creators. The 5 browser ponies aren't my creation, I just wrote this fanfic. Check out the originals on ParalaxMLP's Deviant art page. http://parallaxmlp.deviantart.com
The morning has the electric breeze of singing birds and the lovely scent of flowers. Ponies look for the sign of danger in the clouds, for the slightest cloud to turn to a storm. When the curious ponies see the empty sky that symbolizes the perfection of the day to come, they move to awake quickly to enjoy the beautiful day. The young fillies pile out to play before school begins.
They stand outside the school house and wait for morning bell to symbolize the beginning of class. The Cutie Mark Crusaders stand off to the side and play alone while conversing of the events to come.
“Aren’t we getting a guest speaker today?” Sweetiebelle looked towards her companions.
“I think, isn’t that what Cheerilee said?” Scootaloo replied.
“Maybe the speaker will give us an idea on how to get our cutie marks!” Applebloom joyously added.
“Yeah!” Sweetiebelle added.
“Or it will be another boring speech about plants from one of the local gardeners, like the last 50 times.” Scootaloo wasn’t excited. Cheerilee is loved by all the students, but she often brings in local friends to do “guest speeches”. Last week, Rose Luck came in to talk about gardening, and Cheerilee assigned all the fillies the homework assignment of planting a garden at their homes. As the fillies frolicked, a white pegasus with light blue mane and tail. Her wings were colored at the tip with red, yellow, and green. The fillies watched as the mare walked into the schoolhouse.
“Who was that?” Scootaloo asked her friends. The bell interrupted the fillies’ question. All the ponies went inside the schoolhouse to start school.
“Now, my little ponies, today we have a wonderful guest speaker.” A wave of moans and quiet distaste followed Cheerilee’s statement. Cheerilee smiled, expecting all the ponies to jump to conclusions. “Now we recently got a computer donated to us from a mare who thinks all need to learn of the internet.” All the fillies looked confused. “So now I have the honor to introduce … Chromia!” Chromia entered and bowed.
“Hello everypony!!!” Chromia’s exuberant introduction excited the young ponies. “Now, everypony, do you ponies know what I do?”
“Are you an artist?” One little filly replied happily. Chromia trots over and pets the foal’s head.
“Sorta, little filly. What I create IS art.” Chromia smiles and the little filly blushed. “I am the created of the greatest web browser ever, Google Chrome!” Chromia smiled as the fillies looked at the speaker. “Now, little fillies, let’s talk about the internet. The internet is the ultimate source of knowledge and enjoyment. But it is a dangerous place.” The students gasped.
“Why is it dangerous, Chromia?” Scootaloo asked.
“Well, the internet is made up of many files and information that all have their own code. The internet is like a video game, it is made by code and information. Files and everything on the internet and in video games are made up of things called bytes. Bytes are a unit of measurement that tells you ponies how much space a file will take. The measurements are increased in 1000x values. A bit is the first, and it’s a bit small.” Chromia chuckled and looked in the blank faces of the ponies. “Hehe yeah… so after bit is byte, byte to kilobyte, kilobyte to megabyte, megabyte to gigabyte, gigabyte to terabyte, terabyte to petabyte, petabyte to Exabyte, Exabyte to zettabyte. Only super computers can reach the very high levels of storage.” The students look ghostly at the mention of the words. “So, after storage we should talk about files. Torrent files, locked files, filed files.” Chromia chuckles again, met by the silence of the students. Cheerilee steps forward and tries to stop Chromia from continuing, but Chromia doesn’t listen. “Torrent files are the markers that inform the system where the file is. It doesn’t hold the file itself. A zipped file is a file that contains the compressed files. Then there are the search browsers. The best is Google, because Google is the fastest.” The students look blankly forward. Cheerilee jumps forward and takes control.
“Thank you, Chromia. We will all remember … whatever it is you just said.” Cheerilee faked a smile.
“Okay, thanks for inviting me.” Chromia stuck her hoof in the air and a panel appeared. The students gasped at the phantasmal image. “OH NO, I’M LATE!” Chromia ran off.
“Alright, children… who wants to learn about math?” All the students cheered the idea. “Alright let’s talk about arithmetic.”
Chromia gallops through Ponyville to reach her destination. “I forgot about our picnic! Kindle is going to burn me!” Chromia laughs aloud and trips on her hooves. She quickly dusts herself off and continues on her way. “I’ve gotta tell Pepsi that joke, she’ll love it.” Chromia continues off towards the fields that are famous in Ponyville for picnicking.
A light pink mare with a red and white tail and mane paces uneasily. Her cutie mark is a giant red O. “Do you girls think she is okay?” The mare’s worry for her friend shows clearly. An orange mare stepped forth. The mare’s mane and tail are completely made of fire. Her cutie mark is a fox that is curled up.
“Stop worrying, Pepsi. She’ll be fine, for now.” Pepsi nodded.
“You’re right, Kindle. Once she arrives, we will kill her right?” Pepsi smiled maliciously, as Kindle shrugged.
“Maybe, first I want to eat.” Pepsi and Kindle laughed aloud.
“Maybe she crashed?” A bright yellow mare with a light blue mane and tail with a big blue E with a halo as a cutie mark asked.
“Ivy, only you crash.” Kindle’s retort caused Pepsi to start rolling on the ground laughing. Kindle joined Pepsi on the ground as Ivy turned and quietly took the insult. A white unicorn with a blue tail and a blue and orange mane and a compass as a cutie mark stood. She then trotted over to the picnic basket to grab some food.
“STOP!” Ivy yelled and pointed at the mare. “We are all waiting for Chromia, Saffire.” Saffire stopped and turned to Ivy.
“I’m starving, Ivy. Chromia is always late.” Saffire sticks her hoof into the basket.
“You… are… too… impatient.” Chromia appeared, panting. “Now you can eat.”
“YOU ARE LATE AGAIN!” Kindle yelled.
“Sorry, fireball.” Pepsi broke out laughing with Chromia.
“Fireball, really? Wow, I’m dumbfounded by your brilliance.” Kindle sarcastically praised Chromia. She sighed and took a cupcake from the basket.
“You have to be here on time, Chromia. We are all very busy.” Saffire scorned.
“You are busy, oh sorry. By the way, how are your 10 users?” The other girls broke out into laughter as Saffire sighed.
“Shut up, Chromia. Also Christopher, Steven, Alec, Elizabeth, George, Justin, Alex, Michael, Tim, and Anthony are just fine.” Saffire takes her cupcake and sits on the blanket.
“Actually, Saffire I have a question?” Pepsi asked. “I came by your house and I couldn’t open the door. It had a number pad on the front, so what was that?” Saffire sat up.
“It’s my lock. Input the code then slide the door. It isn’t that hard.”
“Actually, Chromia, where were you earlier?” Kindle looked towards the pegasus.
“Oh, Cheerilee asked me to explain to the children about the internet and computers.” Chromia spoke with prowess.
“Okay, I guess that is a good reason why you were late.” Pepsi added to the conversation. “Kindle, did you get these cupcakes from the Cakes?” Pepsi looked worried.
“No, I made them.” Kindle took delight in eating her cupcake.
“Oh, that’s why it tastes like dirt.” Chromia spit out the cupcake she was biting into.
“They don’t taste like dirt.” Kindle defended.
“Careful, Chromia, you don’t want her to BURN you!” Pepsi broke into laughter with Chromia. Kindle sighed.
“You two are idiots.”
“Hey, don’t get like, Kindy.” Chromia laughed.
“Kindy?...Kindy? Really, that’s what you’re going to call me?” Kindle looked unimpressed with her friends’ nickname.
“Take a chill pill, Kindle.” Pepsi laughed again.
“Okay, I’m leaving.” Kindle started walking towards the forest to go back to town.
“Careful, don’t burn down the forest…AGAIN!” Pepsi, Ivy, and Chromia erupted into laughter.
“I will. I’ll just burn your houses’ down. Then let’s see you laugh.” Kindle smirked. The other girls laughed.
“You girls never think your jokes through.” Saffire criticized.
“We think our puns through, sometimes.” Pepsi and the girls sat and ate the cupcakes. Chromia flew off to find better food.
“Laaaaa laaaala lalalalalalalalal.” Pepsi hums down the streets the Ponyville. The streets are filled with ponies as they go about their daily lives. Pepsi stops at the Apple family stand, and speaks with Applebloom.
“Hey there, you new ‘round here?” Pepsi looked towards Applebloom.
“Nope, I’ve been here for my whole life.” Pepsi looked through the apples. “So, are you running shop today, Applebloom?” Applebloom looked at the apples.
“Oh, yeah. I’m running it today.” Applebloom looks left and right.
“What’s wrong, Applebloom?” Applebloom jumped.
“Nothing’s wrong!” Applebloom yelled. Just then, a loud screech came from the Apple’s farm.
“ALL OUR APPLES HAVE BEEN STOLEN!” Applejack screamed.
“BURGLARS, BURGLARS!” Granny Smith screamed.
“I BET IT WAS FLIM AND FLAM, I’LL KILL THEM AND MAKE THEM INTO CIDER!” Applejack threatened the brothers.
“WHERE’S APPLEBLOOM?” Granny Smith screamed.
“THEY TOOK APPLEBLOOM?” Applejack and Granny’s wails were heard from the market. Pepsi looked at Applebloom, who is packing a bag.
“Where are you going, they are worried?” Pepsi then figured it out. “Why did you take the apples?” Applebloom looked downcast.
“I want my cutie mark, but they won’t let me sell the apples.” Applebloom broke into tears. “I just want to continue the Apple family tradition. Yet whenever I try, I fail!” Applebloom wailed loudly. Applejack came galloping down the street. She saw Applebloom crying and galloped up.
“Applebloom, you’re okay? And …… THE APPLES?” Applejack was horrified at her sister’s betrayal. Applebloom looked at Applejack and pointed towards the barn. The two went off to the barn, with the apples in tow.
“I hope that Applebloom isn’t in much trouble.” Pepsi continued on her stroll. She window shopped for most of the early morning, stopping occasionally to check her info page. She sits on a bench, sticks her hoof up and the page appears. She scrolls through, looking at facts and documents. She came across a store that was selling camping supplies. She stops in and looks around.
“What can I get you, Pepsi?” A kind pony, with a sleeping bag as a cutie mark, stepped forward and met Pepsi’s gaze.
“Nope, thanks Camper.” Camper looks at her, seeing how she stares at the supplies.
“Are you and the girls going camping?” Pepsi’s head shot up.
“That’s a great idea, thanks.” Pepsi ran off.
“Um… she didn’t buy them. Hopefully she comes back; no one else wants camping supplies.” Camper slouched in a chair and reminisced to the days when people would buy everything in his store immediately.
Pepsi ran back to her house to write invites to her friends for a camping trip. Pepsi’s house has a red pain exterior. She trotted up to the door and pushed a white button on the side. Once pressed, a microphone came out of the wall. A song was played over a quiet speaker (The Song) . “Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata.” Once the song was named, the door unlocked. Once the door opened, many musical devices were revealed. Gramophones, portable tape players, CDs, albums, and millions of other musically devices, all neatly organized by artists and years. “All the girls will love the idea. It is fool proof.” Pepsi squeed in happiness. She wrote her invite on a paper with G-Clefs on all the corners. Pepsi picked up a quill with her hoof and began writing.
Dear Girls,
I would like to invite you to a campout in the woods next week. I believe it would be a wonderful experience to greatly strengthen our bonds of friendship. Please RSVP ASAP whenever you can.
Sincerely yours,
Pepsi.
Pepsi looked at her letter, checking for mistakes. “Wait, should I put my address on it?” Pepsi thought. “They know where I live, right?” Pepsi thought harder. “Oh, I know. I’ll bring them the letters personally. Then they can answer me immediately.” Pepsi smiled and sealed the letters in 4 envelopes. She grabbed a small basket, and put the letters in it. She started trotting down the street.
“What’s that Pep?” Suddenly Pinkie Pie came by and stood above Pepsi.
“Oh, I’m delivering these invites to Kindle, Chromia, Saffire, and Ivy. What are you doing Pinkie?” Pinkie ignored Pepsi’s question, instead staring at the basket.
“Invite? Like for a party?” Pinkie stared at Pepsi evilly. Pinkie would probably cook Pepsi if she didn’t invite Pinkie Pie, the queen of Equestrian Parties, to a party.
“No, a campout.” Pinkie stared at Pepsi, as Pepsi started to sweat. Pinkie’s stare started to burn through Pepsi’s coat, straight to her soul. Pepsi started to feel sorry for Pinkie. Then, Pepsi thought about her new feelings. Why? Why is she feeling bad? It isn’t a party. “Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” Pepsi smiled as she danced the ritual Pinkie Promise. All who dare do the Pinkie Promise remember the tale of the pony that broke the promise to Pinkie. Into Sugarcube Corner that morning, never to come out again. On a different note, the baked goods that day tasted delightfully different.
“Okie Dokey, Pepsy.” Then Pinkie hopped off. Pepsi sighed in relief; she lives for one more day. She then continued on to deliver her invites.
She first arrived at Saffire’s house. It is a slick house with a rubber cover that goes around the sides of her house. The “door” is a black screen that, once activated, shows a number pad. Pepsi walked up to the door, ringing the “doorbell” that was also a touch screen. No response. Pepsi thought back to what Saffire told her, enter the password and slide. Pepsi touched the “door”. The number pad appeared with a picture in the background. Pepsi looked at the top right hand corner of the “door”.
“Low battery?” She puzzled over this message. Instead she put numbers into the number pad. “Okay, it is a four number code. Let’s see… oh her birthday!” 1-7-0-3. *BZZT*. The buzz stifled Pepsi’s mood. “Why is she so difficult?” The low battery sign continued to irritate. “Oh, I’m her best friend. It must be my birthday.” Pepsi blushed and imputed her second guess. 8-9-9-4. *BZZT*. Another fail. Pepsi gave up and started imputing random, simple codes. 1-1-1-1, *BZZT*. 1-1-1-2, *BZZT*. 1-2-3-4, *BZZT*. 0-0-0-0, *BZZT*. “WHY?” Pepsi was almost in tears. She is being bested by a door! “IVY’S BIRTHDAY!” 9-8-9-5, *BZZT*. “WHYYYYY?” Pepsi was fully in tears, but was determined. “Kindle, please, please be Kindle’s birthday.” 1-1-0-7, *BZZT*. “NOOOOOOOO!! Wait, CHROMIA! It has to be.” 9-2-0-8, …*BZZT*. A message pops up. “Huh? Fail once more, and file wipe will occur? What in Celestia does that mean? Wait, it means I’m close. Must be multiple locks.” 5-6-3-.
“STOPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Saffire came running at Pepsi before she could finish. “What, what are you doing? You were about to destroy my house… also you’re running out my battery!” Saffire pushed Pepsi aside into the dust. Before Pepsi recovered, Saffire imputed the code. “Would you like the honor?” Saffire pointed to the sign saying “SLIDE”. Pepsi jumped up and slide the button over. Once it reached the end, the door opened. “See, simple.” Pepsi wondered at the interior of Saffire’s house. It was very sleek and most of the furniture was silver or black. Saffire slid a lever and made the lights in the house turn on. The silver furniture glistened on the black rug.
“Wow.” Pepsi was very impressed with the display.
“Yeah, I know, I’m awesome. Now what did you need?” Saffire looked at Pepsi, still distracted by the décor.
“Oh yeah, here is an invite to a campout.” Saffire lifted the envelope with her magic. She reads it over and glances over the top of the letter at the anxiously waiting Pepsi. “I’ll think about it. I’m busy right now, but I’ll get back to you once I’m done.” Pepsi thanked her and went off. As Pepsi left, she saw that Saffire was taking her door off its hinges and plugged into a charger.
Pepsi next arrived at Ivy’s house. She marveled at the exterior, being very old and reminiscent of olden pony time. The old wood has a distorted color that looked to be blue once. Pepsi rang the doorbell, praying not to have to deal with another “mental torture lock”. Ivy came to the door, her mane all disheveled.
“Morning, Pepsi. What can I do for you?”
“I wanted the 5 of us to go on a camping trip next week, I’m handing out invites.” Ivy takes a letter from the basket, opens it and reads the letter.
“Sure, I’d love to. Not now right?”
“No, next week.”
“Okay, good. I’ve got something downloading. Gotta watch it, because it is a 5 hour download. Don’t want it to crash on me. Bye now.” Ivy disappeared into her house, tripping over a mat and slamming into the ground.
“Okay. Off I go.” Pepsi smiles as she vacates the porch of Ivy’s house.
“Next up is Chromia.” Pepsi trotted up to the door of Chromia. Her house was red, green, and yellow. All very nice and refurbished. Pepsi walks up to the green door, and rings the multi-colored doorbell. The chipper Chromia came galloping down the stairs. She flung open the door and greeted Pepsi.
“GOOD MORNING, PEPSI!” Chromia beamed. Pepsi peeked behind Chromia to see inside. All the furniture and all the walls, paints, and everything else is new and vibrant. All nice and colorful. Then Pepsi saw the line of modems and information processors. Pepsi counted at least 10 of each. “Oh that is my info control. Since sooo many ponies use Chrome, I need these to keep Chrome running.” Chromia laughs at her impressive display. “So what do you need, Pepsi?”
“I wanted to go on a campout next week with the girls. So I’m handing out invitations. So what do you think?” Chromia takes the envelope and opens it quickly. Chromia started to hover in place. She paced in the air as she read the note and thought of her response.
“I’m in! But I’m working right now, sorry I can’t ask you to stay.” Chromia looked downcast and apologetic. Pepsi told her it was okay since she needed to give the final invite to Kindle. Chromia shook Pepsi’s hoof and went off into her house. Pepsi was off to her final destination. She is very tired with all that she has done today.
“Hahah, this is it.” Pepsi laughed at Kindle’s red, stone house. The entire house was stone from the door to the roof. She knocked at the door and heard Kindle yell back for her to wait a moment. Kindle ran over to the door and opened in.
“Good morning, Pepsi. What do you need? Sorry I’m busy, so can you make it quick, sorry?”
“Okay, I’ll be quick. I wanted to go out on a campout next week with you and the others. I’m handing out invites now. So what do you think?” Pepsi’s tone was tired and slow. The tedious greeting has been ringing in her ears. Kindle takes the envelope and checks the outside of it. “Oh, this isn’t a prank letter.”
“I gotta check.” She opens the letter and reads the letter. “I would be delighted, thanks.”
“Hurray, so what are you doing?” Kindle smiled and replied.
“I’m cooking muf-.” Kindle stopped, knowing what was coming, and tried to stop Pepsi.
“Okay, don’t BURN yourself!” Pepsi turned and laughed. Kindle rolled her eyes and shut the door quickly, slamming the stone door into Pepsi’s flank. Pepsi recovered, and turned to the door. “HEY!” Kindle laughed from the other side of the door. Pepsi chuckled, knowing she deserved it, and yawned. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she trotted back to her house. She got in her bed and pulled the covers over herself. “Hmm… I can’t wait to go camping.” Pepsi smiled, yawned, and then drifted off to sleep.
“No I don’t arrow in the knee… what, who am I?” The slow mare shuffled up and looked at the monitor of her computer. “… It crashed again.” Ivy shrugged and smiled. “Guess I’ll try for the 7th time, as they all say, troll.” Ivy beat her breast in pride. She started up the update again. “What is breakfast?” Ivy stopped to think about this dilemma. She conjured the screen in front of her and looked up what “breakfast” is. “FOOD!” She backed away in amazement. “No, it can’t be… THAT’S IMMPOSSIBLE!” Ivy grabbed the end of her bed and held on as though she was falling.
“ERROR!” Breaking Ivy’s trance was this computer’s mistake; she picked it up and threw it out the window.
“BREAKFAST IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR CONSTANT ERROR, THING!” The ponies outside looked at Ivy in disbelief. She looked out, waving to the ponies. “I’m hungry.” She turned and went downstairs to her kitchen. Her kitchen was a mess, complete with a microwave, a stove, and a blender; all in disrepair. The only things that worked were the fridge and the freezer. Some food stain complemented the old style of the wood. “TOAST!” Ivy jumped and opened her fridge, grabbed the bread and stopped. “How do I make toast… TOASTER!” She rummaged through a closet of broken cooking utensils. “*sniff*. I don’t own a toaster.” Ivy smirked evilly. “Even if I had a toaster, I could mess up. Maybe I should ask a better cook to make my toast.” She ran out, carrying a bag of bread in her mouth.
Ivy galloped around Ponyville looking for a cook she can exploit as a helping hand. Ivy galloped and galloped, to no avail. Then she heard crying coming from a nearby alleyway. “Oh somepony must have crashed, dear Celestia I know the feeling of crashing.” She went into the alley to find no other than… a Box!
“Whose there?” The Box cried out.
“Oh, mister or miss Box, did you crash?” Ivy pet Box.
“What… crash?” Box sniffled.
“Oh, Boxy, it’s okay. No need for tears. Now tell me, did another box make fun of you?” Ivy took a seat next to Boxy.
“What are you talking about? Who in Celestia are you?” Ivy was taken aback.
“Boxy, don’t curse, your parents would be upset if they knew their little Boxy Foxy was crying and cursing.” At the mention of parents, Boxy cried out.
“I WISH I NEVER RAN AWAY!” Boxy cried out to Ivy, bursting and embracing Ivy to soften the emotions that she felt.
“OH MY GOD… you’ve grown into a pony!” Applebloom embraced Ivy in tears.
“APPLEJACK AND BIG MAC HATE ME!” Applebloom choked in her tears. “I JUST WANT TO HELP!” Finally Applebloom stopped crying and looked at Ivy with wide eyes.
“Why? Why do they hate you?” Ivy nurtured the scared and wounded Applebloom.
“I stole the apples and ran the stand without Applejack or Big Mac. Also I didn’t leave a message and scared AJ and Granny Smith.” Applebloom sniffled and hung her head in quilt.
“Why don’t you apologize?” Applebloom looked up at Ivy’s caring eyes.
“I tried, but they won’t listen. I’ll stay in this alley all my life, that way I’m not a burden.” Applebloom backed off.
“APPLEBLOOM!” Applejack raced the corner and jumped into the alleyway. “What ‘r you doing here?”
“She is sad that she hurt your feelings and scared you when she tried to sell some of the apples. Please don’t be angry and can you make me some breakfast?” Ivy asks.
“Wait what? You want breakfast? Okay, but first Applebloom please come home. We were mad at first, but we all miss you. Also you did make many sales and we thought that you could run the stand alone, but you have to tell us when you leave so we don’t worry about you.” Applejack smiles and Applebloom’s eyes lit up. She jumped up and embraced Applejack.
“Yay now I get the mystical breakfast.” Ivy jumped towards Applejack, who dodged.
“Oh yeah I think I could whip something up for ya’ back at the farm, come on.” So Ivy, Applebloom and Applejack all went towards the farm for family and for breakfast.
“Is it true that breakfast is the first meal of the day?” Ivy trots alongside her chef.
“Well yeah, Ivy, because it’s the first meal we eat after we sleep. It is part of its name too, Break-Fast. Fast is to not eat for an allotted amount of time, so when we sleep we fast. So the first meal “breaks the fast” so breakfast.” Applejack turns to find Ivy. Ivy, overwhelmed by Applejack’s words, stopped mid-way to think in fear. Ivy swayed, repeating all the words she didn’t understand.
“It is part of its name too, Break-Fast. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?”
“Umm, Ivy is everything okay?” Applejack brushed Ivy’s mane.
“Ivy we’re here, you know for your breakfast.” Applebloom paced around Ivy’s body.
“WHAT IS BREAKFAST?” Ivy has fallen back to square one. She is lost, confused, and hungry.
“Food Ivy, breakfast is food.” Ivy’s eyes open widely at the philosophical landmark that Applejack has just made.
“FOOD! I LIKE FOOD!” Ivy kissed the ground where the philosopher standing in front of her. Applejack, now being praised as a goddess, leads her followers towards the Shrine of the Sacred Apple. Even Applebloom joins Ivy in the praising Applejack.
Once the trio reaches the farm, Big Mac and Granny Smith embrace Applebloom.
“Alright, Ivy I’ll go make ya’ some pie. Just wait out here, okay?” Ivy sits instantly and bows to her goddess. Applejack sighs and walks into the Shrine of the Apple to make the mystical breakfast.
“She is making food for me, and then I won’t be hungry. PRAISE GODDESS APPLEJACK!” Ivy continued the praising her goddess, with Applebloom who has been officially converted to the Religion of the Apple. After about thirty minutes, Goddess Applejack came back out with… 2 PIES! “2… 2… 2… 2… 2 PIES FOR ME and other people, maybe!”
“For helping us get Applebloom back, you deserve two.” Applejack kicked her hoof and crossed it over her other hoof in pride. Applebloom and Ivy jumped to the hooves of the goddess and kiss the ground where Goddess Applejack stands. So Ivy, Applebloom, and the other members of the Apple family, to Ivy’s dismay.
After eating Ivy waves to the Apple family, and leaves a donation for her goddess Applejack and the Shrine of the Apple. So Ivy went home, and started the update again.
“Good Night computer, and if you fail, you will end up like your friend outside, alright?” Ivy put a knife to the monitor, and then went to bed.
“BZZT! ERROR!” Ivy’s eyes snap open. She grabs her knife.
“No…I don’t wanna sit on the chair… I’ll wreck it again… sure I want more pancakes.” Kindle’s voice carried throughout her house and out her window to the ponies below. Outside her house, a group of ponies gathered outside, listening to Kindle’s dream. She rolled over in her bed, still commenting on the request for her to sit, and the endless amount of pancakes.
“… but… but… but……ACHOO!” Kindle’s sneeze awoke her from her slumber, and startled her onlookers. She rolled out of bed and trotted to the window and admired the morning sun.
“Today is gonna be the worst day ever.” Kindle pessimistically slumped down her stairs into her kitchen. Close to the end of the stairs, she trips over her own hooves and tumbled down the stairs.
“Oops, I’ve lost my balance. A couple of reasons to why; 1. Tired; 2. Something is out to get me; 3. I’m an idiot. Try again later.” Kindle’s hysterical blabbering continued on her way to the kitchen.
“Okay, now what can I make for breakfast? Hmm… bread… plus… toaster… equals… … TOAST TIME! Best be careful, this is my only bread.” *Door creaks* “Hmm?... I must have left my bedroom door open. Meh, whatever.” Kindle continued to get her bread and proceeded to put the bread into the toaster.
“Breakfast time.” Kindle turned, looking for the mysterious voice.
“Hello?”
Hello… TOASTER!” Ivy and Pepsi jumped from the shadows and pinned Kindle, carefully avoiding her mane and tail.
“You’re under arrest. Your crime is not letting me use your toaster!” Ivy flashed 3 pieces of bread at Kindle’s face.
“You can use it once I’m done.” Ivy and Pepsi didn’t let up.
“Ivy… look at Kindle.” Ivy looked at their pinned friend.
“SHE’S MADE OF FIRE!” Pepsi patted Ivy’s head. Then Ivy held the 3 pieces of bread over Kindle’s tail, heating them quickly… and perfectly. Ivy handed one bread to Pepsi, who took a quick bite.
“Wow Kindle, you make good toast.” Pepsi rolled on the ground laughing. This gave time for Kindle to escape her captors, and grabbed them both.
“Thanks now LEAVE!” Kindle kicked the two pranksters out of her house. “Goodness, they came out of nowhere… MY TOAST!” Kindle trotted back into the kitchen to find her toast burned. “There goes breakfast.” Kindle’s mane and tail started heating up. “Breathe…breathe…breathe.” Kindle breathed slowly and her flames simmered down. “I’m cursed… most definitely. I might as well go for a trot, even though that’s a death wish.” Kindle thought for a second on today. “Ah, a book, if I read all day I can’t get in terrible pain. I go see Twilight… hopefully she lets me into the library again.” Kindle flashed back to a time in the library with Twilight.
“MY BOOKS!!!” Twilight was screaming and galloping around the library. Kindle was screaming with Twilight, as flames engulfed the entire library.
“I just sat down for a second! I’M SO SORRY!” Twilight started breaking down.
“She might never let me back in. Rainbow Dash came with the pegasi too late… mostly all the books were destroyed.” A single tear ran down Kindle’s face in regret. She wiped it off and departed.
Once she reached the library, she was startled by arguing.
“Where is that coming from?” Kindle surveyed the area, and deducted that the arguing was coming from inside the library.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE AREN’T ANYMORE!”
“Is that… Chromia?” Kindle slowly cracked the door open slightly. The door was slung open and Kindle was charged by a random pony.
“Kindle?” Chromia got off of her friend, suffocating her.
“What are you yelling about, Chromia?”
“EEKKK!! KINDLE THESE ARE NEW BOOKS!” Twilight put up a shield over the books. Another single tear ran down Kindle’s face. “So… what’s up, how can I help you?”
“Never mind.” Kindle slowly trotted off.
“WAIT!” Chromia rushed Kindle with about 20 books. “Come help me.” Kindle was dragged away by Chromia, wearing gloves that astonished Kindle.
“Okay… so where are you taking me hostage?” Chromia laughed and landed outside her house.
“Come into the sanctuary of the greatest element in Equestria.” Chromia opened the door to her house. Kindle gasped at the sight… her house was covered with pictures.
“What is this?” Kindle was awe struck.
“I’ve recently found out about the periodic table of elements. And on it is the greatest element ever… chromium.”
“Chromium?”
“Chromium! It is so cool!”
“So you’re fascinated with chromium. Okay so why did you capture me?”
“We are gonna hunt down chromium!” Chromia grabbed a satchel and about 30 books and 10 scrolls. Then she grabbed Kindle and flew off.
Chromia flew Kindle out of Ponyville to Canterlot.
“Okay now we gotta catch a blimp to the far- far east.” Chromia galloped off and got 2 tickets.
“Where are we going?” Kindle prodded her bubbly captor. “*sigh* I knew today was horrible.”
“STOP WHINING!” Chromia’s tune drastically changed as she screamed at Kindle. “If you whine, chromium will never come out.”
“Excuse me… are you 2 going on the blimp?” The main conductor of the blimp looked worried.
“Umm… yes?” Kindle shrugged.
“Oh… well… you see… the problem is that…the blimp is very flammable and… umm.”
“Don’t worry. Kindle here won’t cause trouble.” Chromia waved the stallion off.
“*sniffle*”
“Kindle are you otay?” 3 tears ran down Kindle’s cheeks. She stood up and galloped towards the blimp.
“Come…on!” Kindle barely got her words out.
“OKAY!” Chromia bounced on towards Kindle.
After a 2 day adventure, the two girls arrive at the Eastern town.
“No sight-seeing, TO THE MINES!” Kindle followed Chromia as she gathered information from the locals. “Excuse me… do you know where we can find chromium?”
“Why?” A random stranger asked.
“We are on an adventure for it.” The stranger looked bewitched by the question.
“Don’t look so surprised, come with me.” The stranger smiled as he galloped off out of town.
“Right over here, in that dig site. I’ve found some in there already.”
“Are you and archeologist?” Kindle asked.
“Or are you a fan of chromium as well?” Chromia asked.
“I’m Arch Searcher, and yes I am and archeologist. My dad and I run a trading business; it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Kindle shook hands with Arch, whilst Chromia was talking with some fellow archeologists that were digging up some fossils.
“So, do you find many fossils or elements?” Kindle asked Arch as they walked towards some more sights, while Chromia got to work searching.
“Well, right here we have a un dug sight, would you care to try some mining?”
“Sure!” Kindle grew excited.
“Okay, grab that brush, and carefully brush the earth to the side.” Arch slowly helped Kindle start.
“Like this?”
“Exactly, you’re a natural!” After about three hours, Kindle and Arch were still continuing on the excavation.
“LOOK, LOOK, LOOK, AND LOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Chromia came running up to Kindle and Arch, with a large amount of raw chromium in her bag.
“Wow! That’s the most I’ve ever seen at one time!” Arch was taken aback from the treasure that Chromia found.
“How did you do Kindle?” Kindle shrugged and sighed.
“Not one thing.” Arch looked back at Kindle, and saw a glimmer.
“Kindle, LOOK!” Kindle looked up and saw the glimmer. She proceeded to brush the rest of the earth off the mysterious shine.
“…GOLD!!” A large deposit of gold was found in the wall. Arch smiled and patted Kindle on the back.
“I… found gold.”
“Yep, and it’s all yours.”
“But it’s all thanks to you that I…”
“Don’t worry my gift.” Arch smiled and Kindle jumped on him and hugged him. The two girls spent the night in the town with Arch. And the next morning, they departed back for Canterlot. Once they arrived back at Ponyville, Kindle put up her treasure near her bed, and thought to herself; “What a great day that was.”
