Heyo! MC here!

It took me a while to decide what I wanted to do with this chapter, so I decided I wanted to fast forward in Cinna's life. She and Tartar Sauce are 10 yrs., Mix and Pastel are 11. Well, Mix is, , this chapter is going to involve a lot of Pastel. Enjoy!

Three years later…

Cinnamon Crisp watched as Tartarus paced through the dentist's office. Mix Master stood beside her, tapping his hoof nervously to the beat of… whatever he was listening to on his headphones.

Pastel Paint's parents waited in the 2 seats next to her. Acrylic, her mom, was a pale yellow with light grey hair. Paintbrush, her father, had dark brown hair and a blue coat. Cinnamon could almost remember her parents…

But that wasn't what was important. She was worried about Pastel, who had been dreading this awful day up until now. They never tell you how much it will hurt, Pastel had said. Cinna desperately hoped she was wrong.

The door to the dentist's office creaked open. Tartarus gasped and adjusted his new glasses. Mix levitated his headphones off and pushed his sunglasses to the base of his horn. Her parents stood up, as did Cinna.

Pastel trudged out, a frown on her face. Tears were on the edge of her eyes.

Acrylic trotted over to Pastel and put a hoof on her head.

"Let's see, sweetie."

Pastel gulped. She gave a painful grimace. Everyone gasped.

"Pastel," Tartarus breathed, "You look great!"

"Really?" Pastel's smile became a little more real, and her cheeks went from blue to lavender.

"You do look pretty awesome." Cinnamon agreed.

Mix nodded. "The color goes with your cutie mark!"

Pastel looked at her flank. Her cutie mark, which she'd acquired a few days back, was a paintbrush dripping lavender paint. She had painted a picture of the Canterlot Castle.

Mix had his cutie mark as well. It was a record with a black sour note behind it. He had been the DJ for a few of his parent's concerts. Tartarus was the only one who was still a blank flank.

Pastel looked up at her parents.

"We told you, kiddo," her dad ruffled her hair. "Nobody would make fun of them."

Pastel smiled lightly, and everyone caught another glimpse of her lavender braces.

Tar smiled even more, and turned redder than usual.

Of course, Cinna was the only one to notice it. She groaned inwardly, and turned to Acrylic.

"Um, Miss Acrylic?" she grinned nervously. "Can Pastel hang out with us now?"

"She needs to stay at home for a bit, Cinnamon," Acrylic smiled.

"Feel free to visit her at any time." Paintbrush smiled.

Mix, Tar, and Cinnamon waved as Pastel left with her parents. As soon as they were gone, Tartarus fell to the floor.

"Ohhh, I made a massive fool of myself!"

Mix rolled his eyes and Cinna sighed. Tartarus had had a major crush on Pastel for about two years now. It hadn't affected their friendship as a group, but she did get a little ticked when Tar got like that.

"Wow, washed up at 10." she shook her head.

"Tar," Mix began, "You're killing me. If you like Pastel, just tell her."

"It's not that simple!" Tartarus said. "You don't walk up to Cinna and tell her that, do you?"

Cinna looked at Mix, a befuddled look on her face. Mix avoided her gaze, his face a deeper purple than Pastel's. Tell me what? she wondered.

"No, of course not."

Tartarus smirked. "So I win this argument."

Cinna shook her head. "Guys, give it up. Cookies at my place?"

Cinnamon's Cinnamon Cookies (or CCC, as the four called them) always seemed to calm down the 2 boys when they couldn't agree on things. Thank goodness for that.

Both colts glared at each other one last time, then turned to Cinna.

"Okay."

Discord turned, hearing the familiar flash of Cinnamon teleporting home. He poked his head out of Room 58, and saw Cinnamon heading to Room 178.

"Heyo, Cinna!"

"Hi, Dad!" Cinna yelled back.

"Hi, Discord!" he heard the familiar voices of Mix and Tartarus.

"Room 83 is open if you want some CCC!"

Cinnamon's pupils dilated. She hesitantly trotted over to Room 83.

"C'mon, guys."

She opened the door to the kitchen, grabbed the nearest plate of cookies, and left. She was terrified of that room.

"To my room!" She proclaimed.

"Cinna Crisp, no matter how many times I'm in your room, I never can get used to it!"

Cinnamon grinned, looking at everything about a foot off the floor. "Sorry, Tar."

Cinna was getting more used to the idea of chaos, which explained the floating. Everything slowly returned to the ground.

"I'm just trying out some stuff Dad taught me. I'm getting really good with my powers."

"We've actually been trying out some spells from the library in Princess Twilight's castle." Mix responded.

Tartarus nodded. "We figured that if you were going to take on Screwball, you'd need someone to have your back."

Cinnamon smiled at Tartarus. Ever since the vision from the previous three years, Cinnamon had been hoping to find a way to stop it from happening.

"Thanks, you guys," Cinna hugged them both. "Now, let's dig into these cookies!"

Everyone took some cookies and sat on the ground.

"So," Cinna began, "we have about two weeks until The Big Day. I have stocked about 7,000 pounds of CCC in Room IX. Tar, what do you got so far?"

Tartarus levitated a clipboard from under Cinna's bed, which was where he stashed things he needed.

"I've invited half the kids at school so far and gotten the presents from each of them," He said as he adjusted his glasses. "Mix?"

"I got my parents to DJ for the whole thing, and the last song is the remix she liked from my mom's birthday. I also ran all of this by with her parents, and they say a surprise party will be fine."

"Excellent." Cinnamon smiled. "But Pastel can't know about this party! We have to have these meetings while she recovers and can actually eat."

"Speaking of," Tad raised a hoof, "How is Pastel going to eat the CCC if she has braces?"

"Taken care of." Cinna shook her head. "I got Dad to put a spell on her braces. She can eat anything she wants without it getting stuck in her braces!"

"Excellent." Max smiled.

Carmen stood up."Trust me, boys. We have two days until Pastel's 11th birthday, and it will be THE BOMB DOT COM!"
Mix looked at Tartarus.

"The bomb dot what now?"

"I can sort of chew mashed potatoes."

Pastel winced as her teeth hit a lump in the potatoes. Her younger brother, Easel, watched with anticipation. His grey eyes widened, and his pale-cream colored hooves clutched his dark, dark brown hair.

"Are you okay?!"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She smiled. "Just gotta get used to chewing soft things, that's all."

"Well, okay…" Easel pouted, an adorable three-year-old pout that made Pastel want to squish his chubby little cheeks.

Pastel smiled, closed her mouth at the pain, and continued to eat.

Did Cinna ever have a little brother? Or any siblings at all?

The pegasus filly paused at this thought. Yeah, she knew Cinnamon was an orphan. But she'd never thought to ask about her past life.

Pastel then made a decision- A terrible decision, really, she pondered. However, she was going to follow through.

She was going to find out about Cinnamon Crisp's old family.

Um…

Yeaaah…

So…

Stuff will happen.

So, I'm hoping to go as the 11th Doctor or a Dalek from the sci-fi show, Doctor Who. For Halloween, I mean. Should I include a Halloween chapter?! If so, what should the group's costumes be?! (Dissy, Flutters, and a certain crazy pink mare's costumes too)! Anyways… OCs for CINNAMON'S FAMILY, COMING UP! If I don't get a male OC, I might have to make one… :(

Anyways-BAIIIIIII!

-MC