>Keep rocking in your swanky ass chair, nursing a bottle of something
>minotaur brewed, slightly alcoholic something
>have Horseville's latest newspaper
>not a clue what it says, you're using it to roll up spitwads, trying to figure out how many ponies you can hit before being called out
>hey, no TV, no Internet, gotta make your own fun
>oh, that's the candy making bitch!
>she may be a stuck up turbo dyke, but she's keenly aware of her surroundings
>so you obviously take extra care to land your shots right in her mane
>sure enough, she notices
>you can almost hear the creaking of her fraying nerves as she slowly turns to look at you
>Then whips her head around to look at the [spoiler]treebriary[/spoiler] behind her
>huh, so this sound is not her finally cracking
>you take another swig of your bottle and keep watching the library
>Twiglet is up to something again, it's always fun to watch
>except for that one time with vodka and pickles
>that was less fun and more hilarious
>the sound of straining wood has gotten louder in the meantime and FuckBon has wisely taken a couple steps away from a potential ground zero for a new magical fuck up
>you can see something yellow in the balcony window
>also violet, blue and... red?
>the entire tree is now shaking, dropping leaves and occasional twigs
>a new sound can be heard now, as well
>a familiar, raspy voice, obviously straining for some reason
>and it's getting louder
>you take a couple more gulps from your bottle and look back to the window
>you see something violet taking the entirety of it
>then it blinks
>Rainbow's voice has been steadily getting louder, and you finally connect the dots
>a final ear shattering boom and the walls of the library give way
>with a sigh of relief, she breaks free of the confines of the building and sits up straight
>she still wears the canopy on her head as a hat, but the walls have flown away in all directions
>one of those smacks the grump horse in the face, flinging her back a bit
>books and various knick knacks litter the street now, and a second later a certain purple pone lands on your front lawn, just below the porch
Hey, Twi? Whatever was in that potion, i don't think it was supposed to do that!
>you take another swig and take in the view
>In the ruins of Purples home now sits a certain pegasus, that has reached about..
>you squint, 10? 15 meters?
>How the fuck does one even tell? She's only slightly shorter than the library used to be
>must weigh a couple ton now, though
>not that you're going to tell her that
>you glance at magic butt
>messy hair, wide eyes, frantic breathing
>yeah, she's gonna be fine
>you turn to check up on a certain rude horse who never showers, steals candy from the kids and is literally Hitler
>She's dug herself out of the debris and was dusting off, so you toss one more spitwad at her
>that's when an explosion of sound hits, causing your chair to rock back dangerously far
>you look back to the overgrown Dash, who tried to hop out of the ruins
>then you see the glint in her eyes
>she knows that hop was annoying and inconvenient for town folks
>and you know she likes occasional prank
>before the giant can move any further down the street, you sigh, finish your bottle and get out of your chair
>Twurple is now in full sperg out mod, so it's up to you to prevent Rainbow's shenanigans
>you roll your newspaper up and walk down the street at the awaiting titan
>at first, she notices you slowly walking down the road
>then, she sees the fire and determination in your eyes
>her own start flitting in confusion, checking other streets and trying to figure out where she fucked up
>she takes a step back, flaring her wings and raising her front right hoof
>of course, the big clutz doesn't notice she stepped on the last miraculously remaining bookshelf
>You narrow your eyes, and that's when she notices the rolled up newspaper
N-now now, anon, come on, you know it wasn't my fault, right? I was only joking, anyway, wanted to play a small prank, you see, it was all an accident, anyhow, honest, pleASE PUT IT AWAY NO ANON PLEASE NOT THE NEWSPAPER
>RIP AND TEAR