Hey! EmceeSquare here!
Yes, it's true. After five months, I am well and truly back! With summer right around the bend, I am now resuming making stories for y'all. Schoolwork took priority for me to get out of high school, but it's nearly over! Summer living again!
Anyway, I'm back in full force. I will keep on writing "The Jemima Complex" as well as more pony fics, more FNAF fics, and you might expect a little something from "Where The Wild Things Are."
But that's all coming much later. Let's get into the here-and-now. This fic was inspired by a roleplay that I did with my friends on the MLP facebook page. It was so deep that I had to make a fic out of it. Don't be afraid to leave a review. If there's one thing that I love more than writing, it's seeing what the people think of it.
And now, fillies and gentlecolts, allow me to give to you the result of this long labor of love: The Last Crusade!
(This has nothing to do with Indiana Jones, btw.)
All was quiet in Ponyville. The schoolhouse rang its final bell for the day, signaling the end of classes. Three little fillies – Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Apple Bloom – were out playing in the playground, having a blissful time, when a mysterious sound emanated from Apple Bloom's stomach.
"Ah, girls? Ma stomach's makin' weird noises. I don't feel so good, either."
"It probably means that you're hungry," Scootaloo replied. Just then, the same noise came from her stomach as well. "You know what? I'm feeling kinda hungry, too. Let's go get something to eat."
"Ooh! Ooh!" Sweetie Belle blurted out. "I know this place that makes the best cider this side of town! My sister goes there all the time with her friends. It's this place called the Feed Bar, and rumor has it we might be in for a discount!"
At this, the friends' faces lightened up. "Alright," Scootaloo remarked. "Lead the way!"
Outside the Feed Bar, there was a pink earth pony lying on her side, a beer still clutched in her hooves.
"Uhh, did your sister ever tell you about those kinds of guests?" Scootaloo asked.
Sweetie Belle just shook her head, as they walked through the doors of the establishment.
"So," Apple Bloom asked, "what's about this discount?" to which Sweetie Belle replied "rumor has it this place is owned by the father of a classmate."
"And, of course, the rumors are true."
The ponies stopped suddenly in their tracks, all at once curious and terrified by this new voice. It wasn't any of theirs, but there was something familiar about it: high-pitched and antagonistic. Just then, the figure behind the bar turned around in the creaking bar stool. As it slowly turned around, the girls could make out the features of the figure: a pink coat, little perky nose, lavender-and-white mane, and of course, a gem-encrusted crown atop her head.
"What's the matter, girls? It's as if you've seen a ghost!"