Young Writers Society

"I'M STILL FULL OF ENERGY!" Pinkie trotted in, joining the rest. Her mane bounced up with her jumps. "I think it's because I missed most of the action when I was distracted by my food, EE!"

She grinned, her full teeth on display as she faced Ana. "Do you want me to lend you some of my energy?"

“Er..no, you can keep your energy, Pinkie.” Ana said softly. “I’m good.”

"Well, atleast you said nicely." Pinkie smiled. "I know I can be a be a bit much, but I do try not to be toooooooo much, haha!"

"And HALLO EMILIE!" She spun around to face him. "Yes, I'm doing good and it's also nice to meet you!" She held out her hoof.

"You're going to give me a migraine." Alexander groaned. "Someone shut that pink heathen up."

"Heathen?" Dally asked, confused, "Darn it Hammy, ya gotta quit usin' them big words on us."

Emile laughed and shook Pinkie’s hoof.

“Same to you! And of course it’s okay if you call me Doc!”

“Well, excuse me for being a government appointed official.” Alexander rolled his eyes.
“Wanna go explore this place? Kermit probably wouldn’t mind.” Ana asked Johnny with a little grin.

Johnny smiled back at Ana. "Sure," he replied eagerly, his face getting a little warm, "Where to first?" He asked, gesturing towards the several hallways that surrounded them.

“Well, I think there’s only one way we really can go.” She pointed to the staircase and took his hand.

He trailed behind her, his hand getting clammy. They went up the stairs and found a dark hallway. Immediately, it was illuminated by some dim torches that suddenly appeared on the walls of the hall. "Now what?" he asked, looking around nervously.

"Well, guess it's just us four now that the happy couple's gone off and eloped," Dally said to Emile, Hamilton, and Pinkie Pie. He smirked and leaned against the wall coolly, "I say we go check out some of the other parts 'round this place."

Emile nodded.

“That sounds good to me! I haven’t seen much of this place.”

He glanced around, and his eyes landed on something. A small door/tunnel thing. It looked dark.

“...Should we go see what’s in there..?” he asked, pointing towards it.

"Suuuuree." Pinkie pouted, thinking. "But I was wondering...what does heathen mean??"

Dally was already under the archway, peeking inside, "Seems safe enough. It's not as if in every horror movie when the characters go in somewhere dark and spooky they all end up dying," He grinned.

Emile gulped softly, not liking the sound of danger. But the others were already walking in, so he was following.

“Well, heathen is... sort of an insult. But you’re not one! I’m sure... whatever his name was, didn’t mean it.”