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G4 blind bag necklaces 🌟
The g4 blind bag ponies Cherry Spices x Pepperdance.
I had two ideas for this, sooo how about twins??
Tamarind Candy makes sweet and spicy treats! She hopes to open a candy business one day- not a huge shop, but a little corner store off to the side of Ponyville. There’s beauty in simplicity, she says.
Cherry Bomb is her mischevious brother, who spends most of his time pulling pranks. His special talent, however, lies in breakdancing. His explosive dance moves regularly wow the young foals and annoy the everliving Tartarus out of the elderly.
~ Mod Ace ♥️
The moment felt like it was years ago, the small encounter was overshadowed by the Wonderbolts when they took her. But that night, the life she had to take.... Roseluck knew something was different about that pony. Roseluck knew that something was wrong when clouds still swirled the now lifeless body. Roseluck however still made her a burial, it was the least she could do... She thought it was an act of kindness, if she had to take a life the least she could do was bury them. Now with the blood of many ponies on her hooves the sentiment had to be discarded, it only put herself more at risk. The one she did do it for... has taken more lives than she could even imagine.
sometimes, our kindness betrays us.
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Ch. 22 - History Mystery
Give it up, APPLEJACK. No matter how hard you try to squeeze yourself through, there isn’t enough space in the holes of the rubble pile for you to get through it like this.
The irony doesn’t escape you either, that you were the one to say that y’all should split up and try to find a way around, but here you are tryin’ to squeeze yourself into a shortcut you don’t fit into.
It sucks. Despite your bluster earlier, you’re worried about the others. But you can’t just keep bangin’ your head against this literal wall of rubble and debris, so it’s time to give it up and try and find another exit.
Oh well. You take a look around and sure enough, there is a tunnel that leads away from this room that you can try to explore. Now you’re startin’ to feel guilty about how much time you spent just trying to squeeze through the rubble though. Hard to keep track of time underground, but you wonder if the others have all found each other by this point.
Doesn’t do to mope though, so hold your head high, Applejack. Even if there’s no one around to impress, you can still try to act tough for your own sake.
You follow the path into what looks like a wee library, with several small bookshelves just barely above your height. Outta curiosity, you take a book off the shelf and skim through it. You figure learning some of the history of this place and the pony who maintained it might help your nerves a little bit.
The book you picked up appears to be a journal of the pony’s daily activities, which REALLY piques your interest. Taking a quick look at the shelves, you realize that MOST of these books are journals! And that’s enough to make you start salivatin’ a little bit. Finding firsthoof records of Old Equestria is a rare occasion, and finding SO MANY is like the jackpot to end all jackpots.
Unfortunately, with Cherry Spices on the loose and yer friends heaven knows where, you don’t have time to thoroughly indulge in all of this historical exploration, but you decide to give yourself just enough time to at least read through ONE of these journals right now, as a little treat.
The shelves are immaculately organized, categorized into journals and research materials, then sorted by date, which quite frankly is its own archaeological find, considering that records of the calendar of Old Equestria are still incomplete.
You decide to read the journal with the latest date, curious how the tale ends. You note that the journal immediately previous is missing from the shelf, and while you’re disappointed by this, you can’t be too surprised. Finding complete collections of ANYTHING from Old Equestria is almost unheard of.
Flipping through the journal, you find it’s mostly blank pages; not a big surprise, you suppose. The writer must’ve just started on this one before whatever happened to ‘em. The contents, what little there are, refers to the pony’s struggles with their mentor, who is referred to only with respectful honorifics and not by name.
The writer explains how they’re becoming tired of their mentor’s ego, though they’re trying desperately to understand and excuse the mentor’s increasingly selfish decisions. Eventually, the writer reaches a breaking point, a realization that their mentor isn’t simply egotistical, but that their research is actively dangerous. The writer decides they need to confront their mentor, but that’s the last entry.
How ominous! You find yourself hoping everything went well for the writer during that confrontation, despite clear evidence to the contrary.
You put the journal back in its place and just take a moment to marvel how at how well-kept this cellar has been even all this time later. The person who lived here clearly cared so much about keeping their stuff orderly and nice, and that effort and care shows even after they’re gone.
There’s so much history in a place like this, and it depresses you to think about how eager Cherry Spices was to potentially destroy it just for greed.
And you feel like such an idiot too. On some level you’ve always known that Cherry Spices is a business pony who’s willing to put her own curiosity and profit over the safety of Old Equestria, or even the safety of other ponies.
But she’s always been nice to you, so you wanted to ignore the warning signs. And now that you’re forced to confront them, now that you are no longer ABLE to ignore those signs, you feel like such a fool for doing so for so long.
Whatever. You gotta get your head back together and look for the others, or for a way out. So you put the journals, and your thoughts of Cherry Spices, behind you and keep looking around.
As you peer into the next room, taking pains to remain hidden and look around as much as you can before moving forward out of an abundance of caution, you spy a very familiar pink pony. Pinkie Pie is searching around and looking no worse for wear, so you breathe a sigh of relief.
“Pinkie Pie!” you holler as you race into the room to meet her, stopping short as Pinkie Pie shrieks and jumps into the air, apparently startled by your sudden appearance. “Er, sorry! Didn’t mean to scare ya!”
“S-scared me? Pfff, you didn’t scare me!” Pinkie says unconvincingly, floating gently to the ground. “I thought you were pulling a funny prank and was just trying to play along, that’s all! Haha!”
“Ah, I see!” you say with a warm smile. You can tell Pinkie is full of it, but also you get the sense that you might’ve embarrassed her by sneaking up on her, so you decide to play along with Pinkie’s version of the story to spare her feelings. “Still, I shouldn’t’ve snuck up on ya! I just got too excited.”
“Hey, I’ve been there, no worries!” Pinkie laughs, but then her face becomes serious, or at least serious-adjacent, cuz she puffs up her cheeks and still looks kinda silly. “So hey can I ask ya somethin’?”
“What’s up?” you tilt your head, not sure if you should be eager or anxious about Pinkie’s question.
“What HAPPENED?” Pinkie asks, gesticulating wildly with her forelegs. “Like, with the ceiling coming crashing down and everything! What was that about? Should we be worried about it happening again or something?”
“Oh, old structures like this collapse all the time,” you shrug casually. “Scrappers ain’t supposed to go underground without a dedicated spelunkin’ team for that exact reason. I, uh…”
You sigh and hang your head, looking down at your hooves as the icy chill of guilt puts its frigid fingers around your heart.
“Truth be told, I shouldn’t’ve been so gung-ho about comin’ down here,” you admit. “I knew it was dangerous, but I got excited about the possibilities, and everypony else was excited too, and I just ignored the risks and put us all in danger.”
“Don’t sweat it, AJ,” Pinkie Pie giggles, and her cheerful laughter helps you to feel a little less ashamed of yourself. “None of us thought about the risks, and we all should’ve. Pegasi and caves have a long history of mutual antagonism, but I totally ignored that out of excitement, so I absolutely feel ya.
“Nopony got hurt, and that’s what matters!” Pinkie nods confidently, and you give her a relieved smile. “And hey, maybe Cherry Spices got crushed to death! That’d be funny!”
“I don’t want her to be crushed to death,” you sigh dismally, “I want her to be a good person.”
“I’m just joking, I’m sure she’s fiiiiine,” Pinkie says, grabbing your cheeks and lifting your head up. “She probably DID come down here with a dedicated spelunking team!”
“True,” you let out another frustrated sigh, before shaking your head and deciding to put all the thoughts of Cherry Spices behind you. “Whatever, let’s just focus on finding the others.”
“Right behind ya!” Pinkie beams.
Sure enough, she flaps her wings and floats behind you as the two of you continue to explore the underground complex, which you are quickly realizing is less of a ‘cellar’ and more of an entire dedicated living space with as many amenities as you could name, albeit one that was left unfinished and has since been ravaged by the winds of time.
It’s all very fascinating and interesting but unfortunately your brain is being real stupid right now.
Sometimes stuff just gets stuck in your brain, like a stick in a bicycle spoke or whatever, and today’s stupid stick is Pinkie joking about Cherry Spices being crushed to death. You know she was just making a joke, but should you be worried about her jumping so quickly to such a grim joke?
Rationally, you figure the answer is ‘no’. It’s absolutely absurd for you to worry yourself sick over somethin’ so totally innocuous. But again, your brain is very stupid, so it’s decided that actually Pinkie’s joke is a hidden red flag signal that she’s actually EVIL and secretly plotting your doom or something.
It’s stupid, it’s ridiculous, you feel like a total buffoon, but you can’t just let a thought GO once it enters your brain, and the more you think about how dumb and bad it is, the deeper it gets its hooks into you! There’s no winning with your brain, the worthless piece of sh–
“Hey Applejack!” Pinkie chirps, and you look over at her listlessly, only for her to squish her cheeks and stick out her tongue, making a ridiculous face that gets a cackle outta ya.
“What was that?” you ask, still chuckling.
“It looked like you were kinda stressed out,” Pinkie shrugs, “so I just wanted to make you smile for a sec.”
“I appreciate it,” you say with a nod, and Pinkie smiles brightly.
“Happy to help!” she says, and you breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe you are stupid for doing it, but you WANT to trust Pinkie Pie, so you decide that you will.
“I admit, I am stressed out,” you sigh, mostly talking to yourself, though Pinkie Pie appears to be eagerly listening. “I dunno what I’m supposed to do about Cherry Spices. I know she ain’t right to be doin’ what she’s doin’, but… eugh, I dunno. I ain’t equipped to deal with this kinda conflict.”
“Then let it be somepony else’s problem,” Pinkie shrugs. “We’re bouncing from this whole town, aren’t we? Once we get everypony together?”
“That’s the plan,” you grumble. “And I guess I SHOULD just let it go, but that doesn’t sit right with me either. Ugh.”
You decide to let it go for now and just focus on exploration, but your heart drops as you turn the corner into an unfinished room that disappears into a shadowy, rocky tunnel, and who should you see standing before the tunnel but Cherry Spices herself.
You’re not sure what to say or do, but Pinkie Pie immediately starts growling and this causes Cherry’s ears to perk up.
“Hm?” she looks behind her and her eyes widen for a moment, before narrowing as she dons a brazen smile and turns around to face you. “Applejack. Fancy seeing you down here.”
“Y-yeah,” you say awkwardly. “Where is everypony?”
“Well after that collapse, I couldn’t risk anypony else’s safety, right?” Cherry Spices says sweetly, and as much as you want to believe in her, somethin’ doesn’t sit right with you about what she’s sayin’. “So I sent them off, told them to get to safety so they wouldn’t get hurt.
“Yeah right!” Pinkie scoffs, sticking an accusatory hoof out at Cherry. “I bet you’re looking for some kinda treasure and you don’t want anypony else getting their hooves on it first!”
“An interesting theory,” Cherry Spices chuckles. “But unfortunately, I’ve heard enough from you. BOTH of you, if I’m being honest.”
Cherry Spices conjures two glass vials in her hoof that sparkle with red electricity. Before you or Pinkie are sure how to react, the vials explode, throwing out some kinda weird gel that snatches both you and Pinkie Pie, quickly restraining you two and dragging you down to the ground.
“Mmph! Rrngh!” you try to shout but the gel covers your mouth too, leaving you nothing to do but struggle fruitlessly.
“Hwh wnht gh hwh wh thh!” Pinkie grumbles, her mouth similarly covered by Cherry Spices’ magic restraints.
“Yes, that’s about what I thought you’d say,” Cherry chuckles. “I’m disappointed in you, Applejack. I would have thought you to have a better head on your shoulders. And I’m disappointed in you too, pegasus. I was hoping we could get along. I’ve always wanted to own a pegasus of my very own, after all. My first step toward becoming a brand new alicorn.”
“Hnh?” you mutter awkwardly, feelin’ real confused about how off the rails Cherry’s gotten.
“It’s not important, Applejack,” Cherry sighs with a self-amused smile on her face. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. In fact, don’t worry about anything.”
Cherry Spices uses her magic to conjure a small object; a dial with a shifting spiral pattern hanging from a short chain. The pattern immediately attracts your attention, because that’s what it’s magically designed to do. Your struggles become more frantic as you realize what kind of magic item Cherry’s working with, but you can’t look away from the pleasing, comforting spiral shape.
“Let ME do all the thinking from now on,” Cherry Spices whispers as you fall under her hypnosis.
Cherry Spices has found a cupcake.
In Okehampton, in Devon, England.
