>Be Lucky Shriek.
>(Get it 'cause it's like lucky streak but- ok moving on.)
>You sit before a box of your old stuff.
>Toys, cards, anything nostalgic.
>Rummaging through lost memories flood back to you as you view the different figurines and collectables.
>Holy smokes you were a big nerd back then.
>If Mia saw you now...
>...Well, she'd probably agree with you.
>Comming to the bottom of the box you remember when-
>Wait a minute I don't remember getting this.
>The object you are holding is one of those oil lamp thingys.
>Usualy found in saddle arabia.
>You think.
>But you've never been to saddle arabia...
>...Wierd.
>Maybe you picked it up and forgot about it.
>Yeah that seems a lot like you.
>Maybe it's a genie lamp!
>You quickly rub it to make sure.
>...
>Nothing.
>Maybe you weren't rubbing it hard enough.
>You rub it till your hoof goes red.
>...
>Nothing.
>Well damn.
>You place it on the clutter pile you call your desk.
>Maybe you can sell it on E-neigh.
>I mean...
>...it's pure gold...
>...Y'know you don't want to be questioned by the cops why you have a solid gold oil lamp.
>Placing it in your drawer with the rest of your old stuff you sit on your bed.
>Damn.
>And just when you thought you'd get a flamethrower from a magical-
>You hear your dresser rumble.
>"Hey let me out of here!"
>You put your ear to the top drawer and listen.
>Smoke is starting to seep around the drawer.
>You quickly take a drawer to the face as something explodes out, sending you flying across the room into your closet.
>Multiple layers of coat hangers, shirts, and pants pile on top of you.
>With a splitting headache you try and climb out of the pile.
>Before two large... ...hands? Lift you up and out of the pile.
>Being picked up like a child you come face to face with the... ...thing.
>A, at least, six foot tall ape thing who is, thankfully wearing pants.
>You stare blankly at... ...it.
"So... ...are you a genie?"
>"Why yes my dear!"
>He tosses you onto the bed like a ragdoll.
>Sitting up in your bed you watch as he takes a formal bow then strikes a pose.
>"I am the great BG the best genie there is in the WORLD!"
"And I assume BG is stands for Best Genie."
>"Why yes. Now!"
>He points one of his... ...fingers at you.
>"What is thine wish!"
"A million wishes!"
>"Sorry can't do that."
>You give him a confused look.
"Wut?"
>"Genie rule #5 can't wish for more wishes."
"Oh..."
>You give him your sad look.
"...really?"
>"Yes."
>You give him your best puppy dog eyes.
"Can I pwetty pwease have like, 20 more wishes?"
>"No."
>You exagerate your face.
"How 'bout, 10 more?"
>"No."
>Once more you exagerate your face even further releasing a small snifle every now and then.
"5 more?"
>"No."
>Your face is starting to hurt.
"50 more?"
>"You just went into reverse."
>.
>Be Arrhythmia.
>You found it weird that lucky isn't up to her usual antics.
>Heck you haven't seen her all morning.
>She's usually trying to burn something.
>Like a fruit stand or a bird.
>But this morning was very quiet.
>Too quiet.
>You better check on her.
>Yeah, YOU checking on HER.
>After opening the door to her house you notice she didn't lock it.
>Slightly worrying, but no matter.
>Checking all the rooms you see thier completely empty and void of life.
>Weird were could she have-
>Upon entering her bedroom you see it's a complete mess.
>Clothes and objects litter the room.
>Taking in the mess you accidentaly knock over a small clear cylinder.
>Whoops.
>It hits the ground with a thud.
>"Ow."
>Oh ok every- 
>Wait...
>Looking into the container you she it's filled with...
"Lucky!?"
>The orange-red mare looks at you in embarassment, her brass mane slidding against the clear plastic.
>"H-hi Mia."
"What the fuck are you- how did you even get in there!?"
>She looks away and back to you.
>"I may or may not have insulted a genie."
>She manages a weak smile.
>You raise an eyebrow in suspicion.
"Really? This isn't one of your pranks is it?"
>She shakes her head.
>You can't tell if she's lying.
>You stare her down.
>"Can you please help me?"
"I don't know. You seem pretty cozy to me."
>"Aw come on. Please?"
>You consider the notion.
>"It's hot in here."
>You toss the idea back and forth.
>"And- and I need to go to the bathroom."
>You can't tell if she's lying or not.
>But she is your friend.
"Ugh. Fine."
>Unscrewing the cap you watch are she starts growing back to her normal size...
>...inside the cylinder.
>A worried look grows on her face as she feels around the clear plastic.
>"Mia?"
>Oh shit!
>You slowly watch as the mare's body begins to fill the cylinder.
>"Mia!?"
>You grab a nearby hammer and start hitting the cylinder.
>She's already filled half of it.
>"Mia!!"
>You finally make a dent in it.
>You keep going trying to make it into a crack.
>Her head is peeping out of the neck of the container.
>"Mia help!!"
>You've finally made a crack in it.
>Her whole body has gone bright red and is pressing against the cylinder.
>The crack is getting bigger.
>"Mia?"
>The container goes from clear to white.
>You bolt under the bed taking cover.
>Lucky looks down at her body and back at you.
>"M-Mia?"
>With a loud bang shards of clear plastic fly across the room.
>Looking up, you see the container has blown into a million pieces and Lucky is laying on the floor...
>...motionless.
>You slowly walk over to her.
"L-lucky?"
>She stirs.
>Oh thank fuck.
>She's grown back to her original size.
>She has a scared look on her face.
>You rush over to her and hug her.
>She has tears running full length down her checks.
>Her ragged breathing only makes you hold her closer.
>She hugs you back as hard as she can.
>You can't help but pat her on the back and say:
"There there."
>...
>You wrap a blanket around her and tell her to sit still.
>In the meantime you decide to find this 'genie' she keeps talking about.
>You search the room shifting through random junk before comming across a solid gold oil lamp.
>You turn to lucky.
"Where did you get this?"
>You show her the lamp.
>"That's it!"
>She quickly takes it out of your hooves and begins rubbing it.
"Whoa, whoa, hold on. Your just gonna summon the guy who put you in a jar?"
>She quickly nods.
"Don'tcha think that's a little-"
>Your cut off by the fact that purple smoke is spilling out of lamp.
>Lucky smiles.
>You take a couple steps back from her as the lamp explodes launching purple smoke across the room.
>Once the smoke clears you see lucky and in front of her some sort of ape creature.
>You quickly fly out of her house to tell the guard.
>.
>Be Lucky.
>You thought long and hard about your first wish.
>And by that you mean five seconds.
>"So then... ...has being in that jar taught you some manners?"
>You slowly nod.
>"Alrighty then..."
>He strikes a pose.
>"What is thine wish!?"
>Your eyes light up as the words leave your mouth.
"A flamethrower!"
>Sparks of magic fly around the room.
>Before you can understand what is going on a bright flash blinds you.
>After rubbing your eyes repeatedly you look before you.
>"Your wish has been granted!"
>As you requested a flamethrower sits on the floor infront of you.
>"Now Tahtah!"
"Wait!"
>You try to catch him but he slips through your hooves and into the lamp.
"What about my other two wishes!?"
>You rub the lamp as hard as you can.
>...
>Nothing.
>Damn.
>You look back over at your new flamethrower.
>Only now after picking it up does the thought come to you...
>...How the fuck do I use a-
>"Halt!"
>Looking up you see two guards walk into your room.
>They don't look very pleased.
>You look down at your flamethrower.
"Uhm."
>You look back at them to see thier spears raised.
"I-It's not what it looks like?"
>Fuck me.
>.
>You watch as the second hand ticks by.
>Sitting in what you believe to be some sort of interrogation room.
>Man, they are taking thier sweet fuckin' time.
>The police don't take a liking to bat ponies.
>Well, truth be told they just don't take a liking to you.
>Finally a unicorn enters the room.
>He looks at his clipboard before talking to you.
>"Ms. Shriek, it has come to our attention that you were in possesion of a dangerous firearm."
>You look down at your feet.
>They 'confiscated' the flamethrower too.
>"Also, you told the enforcers that a genie gave it to you."
>You nod.
>"Care to tell me more?"
>You look through the large window.
>Mia is waiting for you outside.
>"Ms. Shriek."
>You snap back to reality.
>(Oh there goes gravity.)
>He looks outside at Mia.
>"She your friend?"
>You nod.
>"Wouldn't you tell her the truth?"
>You shrug before nodding again.
>"So."
>He tosses a photo of the flamethrower in front of you.
>"How did you come into possesion of this?"
"A genie gave it to me."
>"A genie? Gave this. To you?"
"Well, the genie asked what my wish was and... ...it was a flamethrower."
>He sighs and rubs his head.
>"Have you taken any medicine or unknown substances in the last twenty-four hours?"
>You shake your head.
>"Have you had any traumatizing expiriences lately?"
>You pause.
>It's best not to tell them of the jar incident.
>You shake your head again.
>He lets out a deep sigh.
>"Well we don't have much choice."
>You look up at him.
>"We're gonna let you go, but we're gonna sign you up for a therapist. Do you understand?"
>You nod.
>"Ok and for the good of both of us you WILL show up to that therapy on time. Got it?"
>You simply nod.
>You don't care what he's saying all you care about is being free.
>.
>You and Mia are walking back to her place.
>Your too solem to fly.
>"So... ...how was that?"
>You shrug.
"Coulda been worse."
>"Was he nice with you?"
>You nod.
>"So looking at this you have therapy tomorrow."
>You sigh before nodding again.
>.
>You awake with a yawn.
>Stretching out you feel your rear hooves hit the sides of the plastic container.
>Wait...
>Feeling around the plastic walls you find yourself back in the container.
>Shit!
>You fly up into the neck of the container.
>The lid is still on.
>Putting your front hooves on the lid you try to force it open from the inside.
>But it's no use as the lid is sealed tight.
>You take a seat and hope Mia or somepony will find you.
>...
>Say did the container get smaller?
>You watch as the plastic walls slowly cave in.
>You stand on your hind legs.
>Reaching out your front hooves you can easily touch the inside of the lid.
>It's not getting smaller.
>You're getting bigger!
>You try to force the lid open once again.
"Mia!?"
>You feel your legs fill the bottom of the cylinder.
"Somepony!?"
>Your wings are pressed against the plastic.
>You scream hoping that somepony might here you.
>You body is still growing pressed against the plastic walls of your prison.
"Mia!?"
>Your head is squished into the neck of the cylinder.
>You whole body starts to go numb.
"Anypony!?"
>You can no longer feel the rest of your body as cracks and snaps echo in your ears.
"Help!!"
>Your head is being crushed.
>*Snap*
>.
>Be Arrhythmia.
>"Mia!?"
"Ugh. What is it Lucky?"
>You check your clock.
>It's three in the morning.
>"Somepony!?"
"What do you want Lucky!?"
>Maybe having her sleep over wasn't your brightest idea.
>You hear a scream come from downstairs.
>Bolting out of bed you rush to the living room to see her tossing and turning on the couch.
>"Mia!? Anypony!? Help!!"
>You try to shake her awake.
"It's ok I'm right here! Your having a nightmare!"
>Suddenly her eyes open wide.
>She looks like a deer caught in the headlights.
>She stares right at you.
>Creepy.
>You slowly start to brush her mane.
"Alright I'm here now."
>You have no idea why your treating her like a filly.
>But it's worked so far.
>She slowly relaxes, and falls right back to sleep.
>.
>Be Lucky.
>Your simply walking to therapist.
>Mia said she was really tired so she isn't going with you today.
>Of course she wouldn't let you walk alone.
>She knows you too well.
>"So are you just ignoring me or...?"
>You snap out of your thirty yard stare.
"Um- I'm sorry what?"
>You were walking with Sauli.
>Well Sauli wasn't his real name.
>Just a nickname for him.
>You never really thought about asking him his real name.
>"Lucky?"
>Dammit you did it again.
"Hm?"
>"Are you okay?"
>You quickly nod.
>"Ok. Your just usually... ...more talkative."
"Oh, sorry I just, well, it's kinda my first time I've gone to a therapist."
>He pats you on the back.
>"Oh don't worry about it."
>You let out a sigh of relief.
>"Maybe we'll stop at my place after."
>You feel a fire rising in your face.
"Uh..."
>You always enjoyed being with Sauli.
>Suddenly lewd thoughts of him rush into your mind.
>Not right now brain!
>Quick think of an excuse to stop being horny!
"...I- uh- need to tidy up my room, yeah, it's a big mess and I need too clean it."
>"Oh? Well maybe I can help you clean it?"
>Shit firewall broken!
"Uh..."
>Goddammit your too horny to think.
"...S- sure."
>Fuck me.
>"Alright I'll walk you home and we can clean up there ok?"
"O-ok..."
>You walk the rest of the way in silence.
>.
>You swear that's the same clock.
>It sounds the same.
>It looks the same.
>But it's here.
>Maybe the police and therapists have the same clocks.
>"Ms. Shriek?"
>You stand up.
>"Follow me please."
>You follow her to a door.
>She opens it.
>"He will be with you shortly."
>You quietly enter the room.
>Upon entering you see it's not quite a room.
>More like a gazebo.
>Potted plants line the outside.
>In the middle are two chairs, a table,
>And a fire pit.
>You take a seat in one of the chairs and wait.
>You hear a door open behind you.
>You turn to see a dark green unicorn.
>"Ah Ms. Shriek pleasure to meet you I'm Dr. O'mancy."
>He quickly shakes your hoof.
"Hello."
>He sits down in the other chair.
>You hope it goes by quick.
>"So from what the authorities have been telling me, you've been quite the trouble lately."
>It isn't gonna go by quick.
"Uh... ...yeah..."
>"They say your crazy... ...insane almost..."
>Gee thanks,
>"So that's what I'm here to help you with."
>He pulls out a picture, some sort of painting.
>"What do you see?"
>You shrug.
"A mare."
>"Ok and."
>He pulls out another picture.
"Two stallions."
>He writes something down on his clipboard after each answer.
>He pulls up another picture.
"Two bears high-fiving."
>He gives you a strange look.
>"High whating?"
"High..."
>You try to demonstrate but you notice you don't actually have paws.
"...well I guess it would be more like brohoofing."
>He nods.
>"I see. Ok."
>He eyes over his clipboard.
>"I want to try something."
>You watch as he strikes a match.
>.
>Sirens wail in the distance.
>You sit on the ground wrapped in a blanket.
>Eyes glued on the burning gazebo.
>"Lucky!"
>You turn to see Mia and Sauli.
>They look happy to see you.
>"We were so worried about you!"
>"What happend!?"
"I-I don't really know the fire it just-"
>"Wait did you say fire?"
>You quickly nod.
>"You know you don't do well around fire."
"I know I just..."
>You cover your face with your hooves.
>You really didn't do well around fire.
>For some reason everytime you see it you just...
>...want to make it better.
>It always ended in something getting set on fire.
>Usually in a bright and 'colorful' way.
>Of course this was never your intention.
>Most of the time...
>You were simply trying to fight back the urge to...
>...well to set something on fire.
>You can recall what happened earlier in your head.
>.
>Dr. O'mancy waved the small flame in front of your face.
>Your eyes glued to it every second.
>"Ms. Shriek?"
>Your mind quickly droned out the voice.
>Too hypnotised by the flame.
>You didn't hear anything but the crackling of the flame.
>You tried closing your eyes but it only made the urge harder.
>Your ears twitched every second.
>Without thinking you slapped it out of his hooves.
>For a brief moment you could hear again.
>But it was short as you watched the match fall into a bag of fertilizer.
>Your eyes widen as the bag is labeled with a warning.
>'Flammable' and 'explosive'.
>In a mere fraction of a second you laying on the floor ears ringing.
>Before you knew what was going on Dr. O'mancy pulled you up to your feet.
>Your hearing was slightly coming back.
>You could hear the fire alarm.
>"Ms. Shiek!"
>You snapped to the Doctor.
>"We have to go!"
>.
>And so here you were.
>Watching the flames being doused.
>Lost in thought.
>"Ms. Shriek?"
>You look up to see the Doctor.
>You stare at the ground in shame.
"I'm really sorry about what happened."
>He sits down beside you.
>"It's alright. You've given me more data then a normal paitent could have given me in a week."
"Your welcome?"
>He laughs.
>You give him a small smirk.
>"Thankfully nopony got hurt."
>Yeah, thankfully you were both incredibly lucky...
>...and incredibly unlucky.
>Hence your cutie mark.
>A five leaf clover.
"I'm sorry Mr. O'mancy."
>"Ben."
"What?"
>"My name's Ben Idaho O'mancy."
"Lucky Shriek."
>You shake hooves again.
>All of you watch the fire in silence.

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>Be Mia.
>Tonight is nightmare night!
>Putting on your rabbit costume you walk through the streets looking at all the different decorations.
>Looking at all the fillies and colts shout 'Trick or Treat!' gives you a devious idea.
>Hiding in one of the nearby bushes you await the next unsuspecting filly.
>And wait...
>...And wait...
>...And- Oh come the fuck on!
>Peeking your head out of the bush you see that the sidewalk is empty.
>Weird...
>...Coulda sworn they were-
>"DAVID BLANE!"
"WHAT THE-"
>As you tried to get out of the bush your hoof caught on something and you fall face first into the pavement.
>You hear laughing behind you.
>Turning around you see a pony in brown robes.
>Two purple eyes watching through the hood.
"Lucky!?"
>She pulls down the hood.
>The orange red mare continues to laugh at you.
>"Did you see your face!? I mean it was hilarious!"
"Why did you- what are you even suppose to be?"
>"A jawa!"
>A confused look crosses your face.
"A what?"
>"Thier from star horse! Y'know the robed guys who sell robots?"
"Ok... ...but don't they say Houdini?"
>"Yeah but... ...I thought like they were huge magic fans or something?"
"So... ...why david blane?"
>"Because I mean he's a magician and magic stuff I mean-"
"You don't know do you?"
>She shakes her head.
>Facehoof.
>...
>......
>.........
>Wait...
"Lucky?"
>You get on your feet.
>Looking around you she's gone.
"Lucky!?"
>"HOUDINI!"
>You scream at the top of your lungs.
>The mare is right up in your face.
>A huge smile on hers.
>"Did I get it right this-"
>You slap her shit into next week.