Christmas Special: Kid Dan VS and Pinkamena

The Night Pinkie Helped Destroy Christmas

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>Twas the night before Christmas and all is well.

>Except for Zecora, who feels like hell.

>Sweating from a fever, like a polar bear in a barn.

>She's making a potion, to take away the harm.

 

>"A little of this and a little of that, a nice touch of venomous snake rat."

 

>She's up all night, brewing a mix.

>Shoving in all the potions she's had when she was six.

 

"Soon, my fever shall be gone. By Christmas eve, this will all be gone!"

>Zecora continues to add some more.

>She's doing it so, with care and amore.

>With a puff of green smoke, she finishes the brew.

>Ending the mix with a slight "A-choo!"

 

"Alas, my potion is a success! Now I can finally sit down and rest!"

>As she took a sip, she felt good faith.

>Little did she know, that all was too late.

>"*GURK!*"

>She drops her brew on the fresh carpet.

>Raising her arms and waves them like a puppet.

>A slow painful transformation takes place.

>THat started from a brew that had bad taste.

 

>"OH NO. NO. GUURRKRGGGHRRHRRR...."

 

>Zecora gives in as she grumbles and shakes.

 

>Before anymore, there was a knock on the door.

 

"Hey Zecora! I was just wondering if-"

>"BLLEEEEEECHHHHH!"

>Pinkie got the suprise of the holiday.

>The vomit of Zecora's potion had been spilled in her way.

"Ahh!"

"Oh...*sniff* my apologies, Pinkie. What I just ate tasted worse than an expired Twinkie."

>Pinkie Pie shoves the goo off her hair.

>But little did she know that something stayed there.

>The mixture of undigested elements had burrowed into her flesh

>Something that had gone through her system, nice and fresh.

>But Pinkie knew not what had transpired.

>Only that misfortune had gone on to guide her.

 

>"Zecora! Are you alright?" asked Pinkie in her innocent voice.

>But with the potion, it's already changing her poise.

>Zecora says that she's fine, but Pinkie heard her otherwise.

>She's hallucinating that Zecora is screaming at her, causing Pinkie to be down.

>She walks out of the door, confused with a frown.

>Oh what a sad day it is for our little Pinkie.

>Like sailing on a rainy day in a dinky.

 

>Pinkie Pie walts into Fluttershy's home, hoping they'd help her make an apology present for Zecora

>BUt with the potion melting into her nerves, she's getting nothing than a shout from Flutters.

>She knocks on the door, expecting a familiar smile.

>But when Flutters opened the door, she starts yelling for a while.

>The potion has messed with her sight and sound.

>It changes her perspective around.

>From what Flutters is saying; "Pinkie! What's wrong?"

>Pinkie hears something like "PINKIE! YOU'RE A DING-DONG!"

>She yells as she speaks, words that could hurt a child.

>Pinkie backs away as confusion invades her mind.

>She couldn't sit back, relax and unwind.

>She starts hearing voices from inanimate objects.

>Thank god none of them is pestering for sex.

>One such object is a flower with a face.

>Pinkie goes in fear, running in haste.

>She goes to Rainbow's house, hoping for some comfort.

>But before she could reach her, a premonition starts.

>"PINKIE! YOU'RE USELESS. NO ONE WANTS TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU ON CHRISTMAS!"

"AAAHHH!"

>Pinkie's hair droops down. She's sad and scared.

>She keeps on running like a little frightened hare.

>She goes to Norma's house. That place might be better.

>But alas, she wished she had never.

>You come to him with a frightened face.

>He tries to calm you down, with his caring daze.

>But in your mind, he's devious and angry.

>Like a drunken madman, a rabies-infected prairie.

>"Pinkie! Are you alright?"

>But what you heard was "PINKIE, YOU ARE A BLIGHT!"

>The events have had you running away.

>THis is a really bad day.

>Alas, she reaches a small mountain on the hill.

>Along with a grave that says "RIP OLD MAN ON THE HILL"

[spoiler] Guess who still remembers that?[/spoiler]

>But the grave is irrelevant. Something pulled you here at your own will.

 

>Things quiet down. Pinkie looks around.

>Her depressing experience has gotten her to frown.

>As she sits on her own, an apparition appears.

>She's the same with Pinkie, but summoned by her fears.

>The apparition smiles deviously as the side of her face is covered with her hair.

>Her eyes so sinister, she looks so aware.

 

"W-who are you?" you asked the woman.

>"I am you." said the apparition.

 

>She shows you the town, full of happiness and laughter.

>She gives you ideas of horror and slaughter.

>You back away immediately. You know she's danger.

>Summoned by your fear, summoned by their anger.

>The spirit says she's just playing around. Kidding with the idea.

>She comes in closer, telling you of another.

 

>She says that everyone hates you, and that you're never funny.

>They say you're annoying, even Carlos was more Punny.

>Her words pierce your heart like a blade in motion.

>She moves in closer to toy with your emotions.

>The spirit feeds on your tears.

>The ones caused from the apparent yelling of your peers.

>"Little Pinkie, go on down and ruin Christmas. Go down and ruin it for those you once had trust."

"But that's not very nice! I'll have to pay the price!"

>"Tis the only way to get some payback, for having them yell at you for no reason to track."

"But they just yelled! Surely it's a misunderstanding!"

>"You were never liked! You were never dandy!"

>The spirit continues to taunt the poor little girl.

>She can't take much more. She might just hurl.

>Just then, a small little boy, no bigger than ten, comes to the hill out of curiosity.

>His name be Dan, given by his mum. Most likely while she was drinking rum.

>[spoiler]He did have a bad childhood as stated in Dan VS Dan[/spoiler]

>"Excuse me kind madam, I've lost my way. Do you mind telling me where I am?"

>But the poor sap doesn't know that she's talking to a crazy ma'm.

>Pinkie walks close, checking if he's real.

>A little boy in the night, lost like a 40's film reel.

 

>But before she could speak, the spirit takes over.

>Nothing but insanity, rage and anger.

>Speaking with the enthusuasm of that 100 Acre Wood's Tiger.

>Pinkie is lost, Pinkamena is now wired.

"Little boy, do not be startled. I am simply a woman lost to events that have transpired."

>"Where are we?" The boy asked the woman so dire.

"Up on a hill where no one can see. Up on a hill where it would be hard to flee."

>Pinkamena laughs maniacally as thunder strikes.

>THe boy merely scratches his head because he's just a little tyke.

>Confusion and innocence has the little boy even more curious.

>He takes pleasure at your smile so furious.

"What's the matter with you, boy? Did you not hear? What's with that look that looks like cheer?"

>The boy just laughs and chuckles around.

>"Lady, you're funny." said the boy on the ground."

"Bah, what does it matter. You're nothing to my plans."

>The boy's attention went to the part of conspiring at hand.

>"What plan?" Asked the boy.

"Nothing that concerns you. Tis only my ploy!"

>"Well if it doesn't concern me, then fill me in? Who knows, I might join in."

>Pinkie stops to look at the child.

>He stands, looking at you with a smile.

"Well fine. See that city right over there? I'm going to destroy Christmas for everyone, everywhere!"

>You look at the boy, with a straight eye.

"Don't you dare stop or ask me why!"

>THe boy smiles further, with eyelids open wide.

>"Lady, I was about to do the same tonight!"

>You're shocked. The boy had the same thing in mind.

>Now you're interested in the events that will soon unwind.

"Now why would you want to destroy Christmas, little boy? Surely you must have a good reason."

>"CHRISTMAS TREES HAVE FALLEN ON MY TOY CAR! I WANT THIS THEM ALL TO SUFFER THIS SEASON!"

"You're angry because your toy car got crushed?"

>"I want Christmas ruined. It's a must."

>YOu smile and you pat the boy's eager head.

"Kid, you and I are going to walk on a dangerous thread."

>"I already have a plan in my head."

"Oh? Do give the details."

>"It will make them wail."

>Dan takes out a paper with crude crayon drawings.

>"I will kick you if you say this is boring."

>The paper has plans of devious schemes.

>He'd make a great supervillain, if all's well as it seems.

"You're truly a boy with a dangerous mind."

>"What can you say? I have an axe to grind."

"What's your name, kid?"

>"Dan, and I'm no kid! I'm 10 and a half!"

"Well Dan, I won't be daft, but you and I are going to have a hell of a time with this craft!"

 

>You and Dan race down the hill, ignoring the snow's cold chill

>For it is time to set hell on this city, no remorse, no pity.

>The first stop is the supermarket. THe one place needed for the happening.

>And the kid has alot of stuff that's pretty demanding.

>A ton of dynamite from aisle 20, some bird seed from aisle 33

>The kid grabs everything he has in mind, all in a glee.

>As he grabs the tools, something has caught your eye.

>A small Christmas card, it almost made you cry.

>'Merry Christmas to the friends I care about' was written on the card.

>You never wanted to cry so hard.

>But you turned away as the chaotic apparition takes over.

>You have no friends, and their enjoyment is over.

>"HEY LADY! I GOT THE STUFF!" yelled the boy.

>The kid checks out so fast, you'd think those were toys.

"Wow Dan. Where did you get that much money for all these?"

>"I got it from my friend Chris' mom. And yes, I said 'please'."

>The kid's story seemed farfetched, but it doesn't matter.

>So long as the plan goes on, I wouldn't be glader.

>Next on the list is the local mall.

>Midnight sales means midnight brawls.

>The kid and I sneak by the back door.

>We see those people lined up outside, wanting more.

>We plant each dynamite on every foodstand there.

>A plan so devious, not even Gilda would dare.

>Next is to plant all the mustard, ketsup and mayo near the dynamites.

>Because it all comes down in the end, that's right.

"Hihihi, this thing is foolproof! No way it would go wrong!"

>"Don't sweat it lady. We have all night long."

>The kid happily sets the timer on each combustible lamp he bought from the market.

>One hour set before it sets off the dynamites by the stands of hotdogs and croquets.

 

>You follow the kid outside. You both laughed so hard, you nearly cried.

"I can't wait to see thier faces!"

>"Few more hours to ace it!"

>You and the kid scatter the birdseed around the empty roads.

>All across the city, so many to goad.

>For Christmas will be ruined, by many this year.

>And we'd both get a laugh on those that yelled at me and caused me to shed a tear!

>The last stop in our merry night is at the bird sanctuary by the east.

>Those birds are going to have a feast.

>But as we go through the direction of the building.

>Dan stopped, and looked like he was shaking.

>He hides by the bushes, terrified by what he's seen.

>You hide by too, asking so keen.

"What's wrong, Dan? Why so green?"

>You look at what he's staring at. Parents, it seems.

"Are those your mom and dad? They don't look too scary."

>But a closer look from when the mother opens the door shows something of contrary.

>The house is a mess, not suitable for children.

>The mother doesn't even care to look for her missing Daniel.

>The father holds a belt, his stomach is bulging.

>Most likely from the alcohol he'd been indulging.

"Aren't they worried you've been out?"

>"Believe me, they're the worst I've got."

>Dan tells the stories of what he's been through.

>How he had to sleep in his friend's house for as long as he grew.

>His parents never cared for his health and education. Only taking him to school under the government's rule.

>He looks down and frowns, for he believes that no one cares.

>He had only seen anger, depression and bears.

"Bears?" You asked so curious at that.

>He believes Chris' family once lived in a bear's habitat.

>You and the kid laugh as the night goes on.

>You comfort the kid, saying that she had fun, a ton.

"I guess you've had it rougher than me. I just had a bad little night and that caused me to flee."

>"Flee from what?" Asked the child.

"My friends. They've gone wild."

>You've calmed down from the spirit's evil decent.

>Spending time with a boy you've only just met.

"Maybe I was too hasty to destroy Christmas for everyone.

>"Don't quit on me yet. We're still not done."

>"Come on!" Said the boy, so eager with his scheme.

>Got to admit. We make quite a team.

>He briskly walks to the sanctuary as he pours down some seeds.

>You ask him some questions about his interests and deeds.

"Dan, is this what makes you happy?"

>"Better than sitting around in my house. There, it's crappy."

>The boy tells you how much he's had fun, and how you've made him joyful.

"Hey, its the season of giving. Why not be used as a tool?"

>You and Dan arrive at the Avian Sanctuary.

>All the birds' breeds looks the same, almost varies.

>Dan goes to the one near the window to the outside.

>He then pours the melted beans onto their cans with pride.

>All the birds flock to the cans to drink.

>Dan says "Excellent" with a wink.

"Man, if my friend Rainbow were here, she'd probably like this!"

>But that only ends up in dead hopes and wishes.

>>"HEY!" Yelled the guard so angry.

>"ACK!" The boy said as he was grabbed by the guard so hairy.

>>"You're in big trouble young man!" Yelled the man.

>Looks like your little partner needs a hand.

>You grabbed the broom from around the corner.

>And slammed it on the head of the guard all over.

>Dan thanked you with all his heart.

>He then sat on the unconscious guard to give a fart.

>The 25 birds drank the bean soup whole heartedly.

>Dan opens the cages, with the birds flying out gladly.

>They follow in the direction the bird seed you've scattered.

>The sight of a beautiful group of pigeons has had you flattered.

 

>"Lady, would you mind accompanying me to the hill again?" the debonair boy said.

"You're strange, you know that?" you said with a tone a bit dead.

 

>You and Dan walked up the hill to see Christmas Eve destroyed.

>With the birds pooping all over the city thanks to the bean mix you've acquired.

>But that's just 50 % of the happening that had transpired.

>THe next part is the mall, to which the food-stands had just exploded.

>The civilians are covered in ketchup and mustard.

>They ran out in fear of another 'Murican Terrorist'.

>Little did they know, something chaotic is amidts.

>THe pigeons flock in their direction, as led by the scattered bird seed.

>The shoppers run in the chaos, making a mess out of everything.

>Children and parents quickly woke up to the sound of disharmony.

>Birdpoop and sauces scatter throughout the city.

>You and Dan laugh as vengeance is given.

>To the city you and the boy had never forgiven.

 

>"Say lady, why were you angry at the city?"

"I think I was merely hallucinating that everyone hated me. I had a visit to my local brewery."

>"An alcohol company?"

"No, more devious than Brandy."

>"Well, it was a perfect Christmas for me. Better than spending time with my family."

"I hope all's well that goes with your parents. If you ever need help, just come look for me."

>"Lady, I'd never flee. Besides, I have a Chris too."

"Well, I'm glad I've made someone as miserable as you a bit happy."

>"I'm glad you tagged along too, but we must never speak of this again. Savvy?"

"Savvy."

>You did a Pinkie promise with the child.

>The mall bursts into flames as the people collide.

>The chaos continued until Christmas morning.

>But hey, at least Christmas wasn't so boring.

 

>A completely chaotic Christmas that started with Zecora's evil potion.

>It ended with you and a miserable child making a commotion.

>Perhaps your motivation wasn't too good.

>But making a child happy was all it took.

 

The End.

 

Author's notes:

[spoiler] I was going to drop this during the first part for being shitty. It was pretty bad. Anyone who liked it would have a meltdown on logic and continuity.[/spoiler]

[spoiler] Three bottles of alchohol and some pestering from that other writer, I decided "Fuck It" and edited, continued and finished it in two hours.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]I'll continue with Abnormal Norman tommorow.[/spoiler]