"Well, well, well. Whom do we see here?" The man in black-and-silver clothing slowly walked into the cafe, and the twins hurried after him. Now it was clear that they were "the perfect trio", as Derpy's mother said - that meant there was one mage (now it was seen that the blond-headed boy had the mage's bump on his forehead), one ordinary (his dark-haired brother) and one winged (this very man).
Tenderheart continued sipping his strawberry milkshake, pretending that he was interested in nothing apart from this, though his forehead glittered with nervous sweat.
"Maaaaask, is that really so necessary?" the dark-haired twin groaned. In case with those two it was all about differences - though the boys shared the same face lines, height and everything (apart from their hair color) physical, their clothing was showing their preferences - the dark kid was wearing a business suit, just like Gingersnap, and the white-topped was dressed in well-worn black pants and hoodie (together with a red collar around his neck).
"It is, Saxobeat... it IS". Mask (was that Mask Master? Derpy began digging in her memory, trying to recall the names and features of the characters from Time's story about the Master family, but the spoken words were more helpful than this) approached to the table where Derpy, Tenderheart and Gingersnap were sitting. "Don't you want to greet an old friend, Tenderheart?"
"Not really, Mask", Tenderheart replied, while Gingersnap frowned, his mouth forming an upside-down smile.
"You told me he was polite", the tow-topped twin put in.
"He is, Thunder", Mask replied, faintly grinning. "He just doesn't want to hear bad news".
Tenderheart didn't reply.
"Leave him alone", Gingersnap interfered. "The only bad news here is you coming".
"Oh boy, don't you know about things that are worse than meeting someone like me? I thought you did. Come on, Redhead..."
"It's Gingersnap!"
"...don't you remember that song? Sweet dreams are made of you, time to go and look them through..."
The next moment Mask was already supine on the floor, while Gingersnap, sitting on top of him, was strangling him:
"DON'T - YOU - DARE - RECALLING - THIS - WHEN - I - AM - AROUND!"
In a moment the cafe turned into pandemonium. Tenderheart, despite his wish not to get interfered in trouble, was pulled into the crowd against his will, while Derpy, obeying her first thought ("get out and find someone to help!"), darted to the door, losing her feathers on the way (someone managed to grab her on her right wing and tear a handful of feathers out).
Half-running, half-flying with clumsy jumps there and here, Derpy directed her way to the Turners' house, but bumped into a walking colorful explosion before she could reach it.
"Watch it, buddy!" Blast Turner snapped, twirling around. "Ah, that's you... Hey, have you got into a shop when there was a sale?"
"T-Tenderheart... Gingersnap... in the cafe... fighting... need help..." Derpy panted, her damaged wing twitching. Blast's yellow brows jumped up:
"Tenderheart and Gingersnap fighting? I thought they were pals, and Tenderheart doesn't like fighting..."
"No, no, no! There was... Mask and Saxobeat... and Thunder..."
"That's bad! But I think I know what to do! Go back, find a mage and ask for help! Now!"
Lost and confused, Derpy ran back - this time her right wing completely surrendered, trailing behind instead of sticking up. The only hope was that the fight in a cafe could attract someone... correct... and it did.
Two heads - one blue-haired, the other turquoise-and-white - were easy to be spotted.
"Vinyl! Lyra!" Derpy gasped, elbowing through the growing crowd which was almost blocking the way in.
"What's going on here?" Vinyl demanded.
"Bad news, bad memories and bad events", Derpy gasped, trying to speak louder than the crowd or at least stay close to her friends - it was very east to get lost in this insanity. Then all of a sudden there was a sound of glass breaking, and she spotted Blast soaring over them next to the broken window, his colorful wings flapping the air.
"There you are!" Without any warning Blast grabbed Vinyl and Lyra by their wrists and almost tossed them into the window, and then did the same to Derpy. Inside there were less people (no wonder, the crowd blocked all the ways for entering, and now it was calm - partially because Mask and Gingersnap were tied back-to-back with a stripy knitted scarf almost 4 meters long. And there was one more Turner here - the fourth one, Tricky, and the owner of this accessory.
"Calmed down?" Blast asked, and Derpy saw that Tricky wasn't just standing - he was keeping Saxobeat and Thunder motionless with his magic. Guess Vinyl's and Lyra's help appeared to be unnecessary.
"He humiliated my family!" Gingersnap snarled.
"You're just too fiery!" Mask retorted. "Anyway, the deal's done! So, Turners, I've brought some news for your fifth boy. Don't be scared if he refuses to see anyone. I know that he's the complete copy of his name".
"What - have - you - done?" Blast hissed.
"Showed him a little proof of his fears coming true", Mask replied, smirking, and howled with pain - Blast punched him in his face. No wonder. You have to be a monster to laugh at someone whose fears came true, Derpy thought... or potentially did...
"You are a freaking stinker", Blast summed up after a seemingly unlucky trial of phone call. "I could've said something worse if it were not for girls around. Trust me, you'll regret about this".
"A bitter truth is better than a sweet lie..." Mask got one more teeth punch for this.
A/N: Bad news is bad news, but this is not the end of the world...