No Go Party (Batpony)

>“But Anooon!”

>And there she goes again, Gloom Wing.

“No.”

>She pouts at you, as though her life depended on you going to this event.

>You gruffly sigh at her.

“Look, I just get bad vibes off of that Hekesuh. Call it primate instincts.”

>She traces her hoof along the floor back and forth.

>“But... But we were gonna play pin the tail on the pony.”

>So this isn't even an “adult” party?

>Nooo way you're going.

“As much fun as that sounds, Gloom Wing... I have to decline. I've told you why and you still won't stop bothering me.”

>Out of nowhere she falls to the floor, clasping your leg.

>Begging wails disgrace your ears.

>“P-P-PLEAAAASE! I PROMISED EVERYPONY I'D GO!!”

>You slam your palm into your face.

“No! Why do I have to go anyways?”

>Her cries stop, but...

>A sly smirk creeps up onto her face.

>And you don't like the look of it one bit.

>“Because if you don't...”

>She gets up.

>“A collection that is very important to you...”

>You freeze to the spot.

>She can't have found them.

>She can't!

>“Might just happen to, hmm... disappear.”

>Your jaw drops.

“What. Did. You. Find.”

>Her white mane flopping over her eyes, she giggles at you.

>“Oh, you know what I'm talking about.”

>Not the collection.

“Not... not my cardboard cutouts of the Wonderbolts?”

>The damn pony doubles over.

>“That's the one!”

>With the most miserable look you can possibly pull, you grimace at the little shit.

>It only causes her to laugh even harder.

>“Oho-oh Anon! You sure know how to pick 'em!”

>Guh.

>What does that even mean?

>Tantrum time.

>Stomp out of the room as loud as you possibly can.

>“Aw, come on! It's only a joke!”

>You ignore her.

>“Well, the pickin' 'em bit was...”

>Spinning around, you glare at her.

“You touch them and you won't have many more parties to go to.”

>Her face turns static, shocked by your sentence.

>“Well... uh...”

>Oh for God's sake.

“What did you do with them.”

>She smiles nervously, eyes darting from side to side.

>Moving back into the room, you corner her.

“What did you do with them?!”

>Her hooves scrape along the floor as she backs up.

>“H-heh... Funny you should ask that...”

“NOW!”

>“They're on the roof! Don't hurt me!”

>You can imagine yourself doing that whole kettle-boil-ear thing.

>Like in the cartoons.

“GET THEM DOWN!”

>Gloom Wing zips out from underneath you, and then begins to laugh again.

>“Only if you come to the partyyyy!”

>Her voice trails as she bolts out of the room.

>You're gonna fuckin get that mare if it's the death of you.

>A whoosh makes its way to your ears.

>Hoofing it outside, you see she's already flown to the top of the roof.

>“Hello Anon! I see you see me seeing you down there!”

>Holding up a finger you go to speak.

>...Nothing comes out.

>“Now... Are you gonna come to the party?”

>You got something to say now though.

“GIVE ME MY CUTOUTS!”

>“Ah-ah! No getting touchy with me, Mister! Are... ya... coming... to the party?”

>This is hopeless.

>She's got wings.

>You got nothing.

>If you ever want to see your life-size cutout of Spitfire with a quote that says “You're great!” at the end of your bed at 1am while you're crying over the thought that you-

>No, stop that brain.

>Anyway, if you ever want to see it again you'll just have to give in.

>You sigh.

“Fine,” you grumble quietly.

>“What was that?”

“Fine!”

>“Didn't catch that!”

>You're at your last wit.

“FIIIINE! I'LL GO TO YOUR DAMN PARTY!”

>She squeals with joy.

>“Great! I've already got an outfit for you!”

>Flapping her wings she zooms back indoors and brings out a cowboy hat, a polka-dot shirt and some khaki short-shorts.

>Her smile stretches ear to ear.

>“Isn't it great?!”

>She's so excited about this awful outfit.

>For the second time this night, your palm slaps your face.

“...I think I'll choose what I wear, Gloom Wing.”