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For as long as Imago as been alive, she’s learn 3 absolute truths. One, nothing in life is truly free. Two, a sure way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. And Three, and this one is important…
You don’t say “No” to Bubble Lee.
And Imago learned this one the rather hard and painful way. There was much pouting of faces and high pitch whining tones, followed by the biggest, saddest, most irresistible puppy dog eyes you have ever seen in your life. Eventually, Imago had realized that she had met a force stronger then any magic shield or brightly colored alicorn she’s ever encounter before. Crippled by the fillies adorable blows, the defeated changeling begrudgingly climbed onto the red wagon and proceeded to let the two hatchlings roll her along through the forest, hitting (what seemed like) every single bucking bump and rock in their path.
Imago: lets out a looooong exasperated sigh …
Wally: peaks over Imago’s shoulder, pushing the wagon from behind Heheh… heh.. Don’t beat yourself up too much. Not many lasted as long as you did against the “eyes”..
Imago: grumbles Lucky me… wincing as the wagon proceeded to hit yet another easily dodgeable rock in the path way
Bubble: humming to herself as she skips along the path, pulling the wagon, singing Music ‘Cause I love to make you smile, smile, smile~ Music
Imago: glares and grumbles That hatchling has way too much energy.. There is only one of her, yes? I don’t want to have to worry about a whole clutch of hyperactive fillies waiting to ambush me at… wherever she’s taking us.
Wally: chuckles No no there is only one “Bubble Lee”… but she does have a cousin, Cinderplume. He’s pretty hyper to but he’s nice–
Bubble: interrupts Cinderplume is a butt muncher. with a huff
Imago: ear twitches Ah.. I.. uh.. take it you had a falling out.
Bubble: Mmhmmm.. turns and glares at Wally And we will NOT be letting him in on OUR super secret Secret. Isn’t that right, Wally? stares intently
Wally: swallows B-but.. it’s Cinder. We tell him ever–
Bubble: Are you gonna go back on your Pinkie Promise, Wally?!
Wally: fluffs up and squeaks N-no! I promised not to tell anypony.. C-cinder included I guess…
Bubble: nods and turns and continues to pull wagon in the same direction
Imago: ear twitching Well I’m not going press.. uh… family issues.. but I appreciate it.
Wally: grumbles Yeah, don’t mention it…. So, um.. speaking of family.. Do you have one waiting for you back home?
Imago: nods You could say that I have a pretty big family. Lots of brothers and sisters. she wouldn’t technically be lying, since all the eggs hatched in the hive were from Queen Chrysalis.
Wally: Wow, They must be pretty worried about you.
Imago: ear twitches No, probably not. changing the subject What about you? Are your parents not concerned about you being out in the woods at this time of night? looking up and seeing the night sky through the trees
Bubble: ear twitches but keeps walking in silence Applejack liar
Wally: ears fold back flat against his head Heheh.. heh.. About that– Stops suddenly, hearing a rustling in a nearby bush Uuh… Bubbs? W-was that you?
Bubble: looks back What are you blabbering about Wally? before hearing another rustling sound, followed by some chittering of different woodland creatures Oh no…
Imago: tilts her head in slight confusion What’s the matter?
Bubble: Sssh! They will hear us… as she waved her hand at Imago
Imago: shifts her eyes around Who will?
Bubble: The Raccoons…
Wally: makes a tiny audible squeak
Imago: blinks Raccoons? Short little fat vermin who like to tip over trash cans. Starts laughing Kid, I’m pretty sure those creatures are more afraid of you then you are of them!
The rustling in the bushes grew and the chittering and growling started coming closer. A pair of white beady eyes glowed at them from the shadows, giving a low menacing growl. The two children let out high pitch screeches as they pulled their cart faster along the path. As the wagon started to pick up speed, Imago glanced back, seeing a whole heard of snarling, hissing forms chasing after them.
Imago: called out over the screaming What are those things? Such aggressive little shits..
Bubble: makes a face like Imago said a bad word I told you! Raccoons!
Wally: Bubble! They are gaining on us!!
Bubble looked back and let out a huff before detouring the wagon off the path and started pulling it down the hill, hitting every bump and rock and broken log along the way. Imago reached back and grabbed Wally and pulled him and then Bubble into the wagon as they flew down the mountain side, narrowly missing trees and boulders in their path. Clutching onto the wagon for dear life, Imago would extend her wings out behind her, using them as a sail to guide the cart through the forest, as well as start to slow it as they reach the bottom of the steep hill.
Bubble: leaps from the wagon as they creak to a stop Woah!! That was awesome! Can we do it again?!
Imago and Wally stare at her with wide eyes full of terror, as though they have just seen their life’s flash before them.
Bubble: chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of her head Or not, heheh… heh..
Imago: ear twitches as she peels the petrified Wally off her Well, now that THAT little detour is over with.. Where in Tartarus are you taking me?
Bubble: *grins before going off a head a little and pulling back a bush, revealing a treehouse Our secret base! No one is gonna find you here!
Imago grimaces as she looks up at the small shack nestled in the branches of a large tree, a sign nailed to the front of it stating “No Raccoons Allowed” in bright red paint. After some tricky maneuvering of the wagon up the ramp, the trio made their way inside. Bubble gathered up some sleeping bags and blankets stored away and set up a little area against the far wall where Imago could rest.
Bubble: gives another little yawn H-here you go.. Nice and snug as a bug, hehehe~
Imago: rolls her eyes before snickering Why don’t you and Wally head home before your parents start to notice that you are missing.. giving her a disapproving look
Bubble: sweats a little and rubs the back of her neck Hehe.. okay. We’ll be back in the morning, Imago!
Imago: nods as she lays down on the sleeping bag Mmhmmm, sure. Whatever you say, kid..
For as long as Imago as been alive, she’s learn 3 absolute truths. One, nothing in life is truly free. Two, a sure way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. And Three, and this one is important…
You don’t say “No” to Bubble Lee.
And Imago learned this one the rather hard and painful way. There was much pouting of faces and high pitch whining tones, followed by the biggest, saddest, most irresistible puppy dog eyes you have ever seen in your life. Eventually, Imago had realized that she had met a force stronger then any magic shield or brightly colored alicorn she’s ever encounter before. Crippled by the fillies adorable blows, the defeated changeling begrudgingly climbed onto the red wagon and proceeded to let the two hatchlings roll her along through the forest, hitting (what seemed like) every single bucking bump and rock in their path.
Imago: lets out a looooong exasperated sigh …
Wally: peaks over Imago’s shoulder, pushing the wagon from behind Heheh… heh.. Don’t beat yourself up too much. Not many lasted as long as you did against the “eyes”..
Imago: grumbles Lucky me… wincing as the wagon proceeded to hit yet another easily dodgeable rock in the path way
Bubble: humming to herself as she skips along the path, pulling the wagon, singing Music ‘Cause I love to make you smile, smile, smile~ Music
Imago: glares and grumbles That hatchling has way too much energy.. There is only one of her, yes? I don’t want to have to worry about a whole clutch of hyperactive fillies waiting to ambush me at… wherever she’s taking us.
Wally: chuckles No no there is only one “Bubble Lee”… but she does have a cousin, Cinderplume. He’s pretty hyper to but he’s nice–
Bubble: interrupts Cinderplume is a butt muncher. with a huff
Imago: ear twitches Ah.. I.. uh.. take it you had a falling out.
Bubble: Mmhmmm.. turns and glares at Wally And we will NOT be letting him in on OUR super secret Secret. Isn’t that right, Wally? stares intently
Wally: swallows B-but.. it’s Cinder. We tell him ever–
Bubble: Are you gonna go back on your Pinkie Promise, Wally?!
Wally: fluffs up and squeaks N-no! I promised not to tell anypony.. C-cinder included I guess…
Bubble: nods and turns and continues to pull wagon in the same direction
Imago: ear twitching Well I’m not going press.. uh… family issues.. but I appreciate it.
Wally: grumbles Yeah, don’t mention it…. So, um.. speaking of family.. Do you have one waiting for you back home?
Imago: nods You could say that I have a pretty big family. Lots of brothers and sisters. she wouldn’t technically be lying, since all the eggs hatched in the hive were from Queen Chrysalis.
Wally: Wow, They must be pretty worried about you.
Imago: ear twitches No, probably not. changing the subject What about you? Are your parents not concerned about you being out in the woods at this time of night? looking up and seeing the night sky through the trees
Bubble: ear twitches but keeps walking in silence Applejack liar
Wally: ears fold back flat against his head Heheh.. heh.. About that– Stops suddenly, hearing a rustling in a nearby bush Uuh… Bubbs? W-was that you?
Bubble: looks back What are you blabbering about Wally? before hearing another rustling sound, followed by some chittering of different woodland creatures Oh no…
Imago: tilts her head in slight confusion What’s the matter?
Bubble: Sssh! They will hear us… as she waved her hand at Imago
Imago: shifts her eyes around Who will?
Bubble: The Raccoons…
Wally: makes a tiny audible squeak
Imago: blinks Raccoons? Short little fat vermin who like to tip over trash cans. Starts laughing Kid, I’m pretty sure those creatures are more afraid of you then you are of them!
The rustling in the bushes grew and the chittering and growling started coming closer. A pair of white beady eyes glowed at them from the shadows, giving a low menacing growl. The two children let out high pitch screeches as they pulled their cart faster along the path. As the wagon started to pick up speed, Imago glanced back, seeing a whole heard of snarling, hissing forms chasing after them.
Imago: called out over the screaming What are those things? Such aggressive little shits..
Bubble: makes a face like Imago said a bad word I told you! Raccoons!
Wally: Bubble! They are gaining on us!!
Bubble looked back and let out a huff before detouring the wagon off the path and started pulling it down the hill, hitting every bump and rock and broken log along the way. Imago reached back and grabbed Wally and pulled him and then Bubble into the wagon as they flew down the mountain side, narrowly missing trees and boulders in their path. Clutching onto the wagon for dear life, Imago would extend her wings out behind her, using them as a sail to guide the cart through the forest, as well as start to slow it as they reach the bottom of the steep hill.
Bubble: leaps from the wagon as they creak to a stop Woah!! That was awesome! Can we do it again?!
Imago and Wally stare at her with wide eyes full of terror, as though they have just seen their life’s flash before them.
Bubble: chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of her head Or not, heheh… heh..
Imago: ear twitches as she peels the petrified Wally off her Well, now that THAT little detour is over with.. Where in Tartarus are you taking me?
Bubble: *grins before going off a head a little and pulling back a bush, revealing a treehouse Our secret base! No one is gonna find you here!
Imago grimaces as she looks up at the small shack nestled in the branches of a large tree, a sign nailed to the front of it stating “No Raccoons Allowed” in bright red paint. After some tricky maneuvering of the wagon up the ramp, the trio made their way inside. Bubble gathered up some sleeping bags and blankets stored away and set up a little area against the far wall where Imago could rest.
Bubble: gives another little yawn H-here you go.. Nice and snug as a bug, hehehe~
Imago: rolls her eyes before snickering Why don’t you and Wally head home before your parents start to notice that you are missing.. giving her a disapproving look
Bubble: sweats a little and rubs the back of her neck Hehe.. okay. We’ll be back in the morning, Imago!
Imago: nods as she lays down on the sleeping bag Mmhmmm, sure. Whatever you say, kid..
Ahhhh, so that’s why the ‘this will end in tears/pain’ tag isn’t here…