Young Writers Society

Suddenly, a scream rang out from the kitchen.
“What was that?” Alexander slurred, setting down his third pint of lager on the floor.

Pinkie wished for "every single desert in all of Equestria". This resulted in an unlimited stock of cupcakes, pies, cakes, lollipops, chocolates and many more.

"OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH YESS!" Pinkie, leaping a million times a minute out of overexcitement, shrieked. With balloons and streamers surrounding the air around her, a heavenly light spouting around her, she chomped up all the sweets happily, mouth drooling, eyes half lidded.

Emile smiled and giggled as he stuffed a chicken strip in his mouth. Just one bite was so filling and so satisfying. His head perked up at the scream, however.

“....Um... should we go see what that was..?”

"AARON BURR, SIR!" Dally yelled, laughing in a bit of a food coma.

Johnny looked up from his second burger, his eyes huge as he heard the scream. "Uhm..." Johnny wiped his face off, "What was that?"

“...”

Emile carefully got up, setting his food down and walking over to the kitchen to go investigate.

“Kermit!” Ana went sprinting out of the kitchen entryway and went sliding into Alexander. “He cut my hairr..” She wailed, holding out her thick, long, severed braid.

"Aw shoot. Your hair was so tuff..." Johnny gazed at her, shaking his head, "Reminds me of when I bleached Pony's hair. It looked awful-- I mean I'm not saying you look awful-- it looks good! S-short hair fits you!" He stuttered, his ears turning red.

Dally looked at the small, green frog, a bit concerned. "What the heck did you do that for?" He asked, mildly scolding him.

“Yeah... I’m really sorry you lost your hair, though...” Emile spoke quietly, a look of sympathy on his face.

“Well, gee, I’m sorry, but you got a little too close when I was trying to cut up this here pepper for a salad.” Kermit shrugged and held up a perfectly pristine bell pepper!

Ana growled, grabbed the Muppet by the arm, dragged him to the front door and punted him across the garden, football player style.

"You just kicked out an innocent muppet from his own magical mansion," Johnny said, staring at Ana with slight admiration, "I sure hope we don't die soon." Johnny grinned, "Actually, technically I'm already dead so I'm not too worried."

Emile gasped.

“Okay, I see why you did that, but violence is not the answer! Especially not against the guy who owns this mansion, according to him!!” He gestured towards Johnny.

Alexander turned to look at Johnny, his eyes glazed over. “Dying is easy, young man. Living is harder.”

“Damn right I did.” Ana huffed. She smiled at Johnny. “You know, you’re pretty sweet for being such a tough guy.”

Dally grinned at Hamilton, "Living is absolute hell," he said, smiling widely.

Johnny blushed a bit at Ana's comment, "W-well, t-thanks. You're pretty okay too," he replied, smiling back. Pretty okay? What the heck are you saying, Johnny? She's more than okay, He grinned goofily.