Totally Not Kid-Friendly Creepy Old Mansion on Phoenix Way, Sunday Evening

[justlurkinghere]

As was probably shocking to absolutely no one, Derek did not socialize much at age ten. Which is why having a sleep-over was just crazy talk if you asked him.

Crazy talk.

But that wasn't going to stop him from trying out this whole thing. With friends.

[[Open for anyone who brave the creepy house!]]

Comments

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie wasn't afraid of anything (okay, she was afraid of most things, but her grandmother had always told her it was okay and she should just laugh them all away, so she was brave about things, too), and the idea of a sleepover . . . intrigued her. It sounded like that new fangled thing she'd heard rumors of on the rock farm, a "party".

And she was really, really tired of pushing rocks around.

So she was there. Standing in a corner not talking to anyone, but she was there.

Every sleepover needed a tiny pink pony in the mix, after all.

[justlurkinghere]

A tiny, anti-social pony at that!

Oh god, it was like they switched personalities, wasn't it?

"No more rocks to push?" Derek asked warily.

[locointhecoco]

It really kind of was, wasn't it.

"There's always more rocks to push."

[justlurkinghere]

"We have chips if you like them," Derek offered, assuming that ponies did not eat meat. Because that would just be weird.

[locointhecoco]

She was, in fact, entirely vegetarian. "Potato chips?" She even seemed to perk up juuuuuuuuust a tiny bit. "Are they yummy?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek nodded encouragingly, holding out the open bag for her. Since she didn't have any hands.

Look, he didn't know about the weird pony physics yet.

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie took the bag in one weirdly rubbery hoof, then somehow managed to fit her whole head inside to try the chips.

She actually made *nomnomnom* noises as she did.

That's right, Derek, the depressed tiny pink pony just got EVEN WEIRDER.

[justlurkinghere]

WELL. AT LEAST HE WOULD BE ENTERTAINED WHILE HE SLOWLY SUCCUMBED TO HIS MADNESS. HE HAD THAT GOING FOR HIM.

WHICH WAS NICE.

"How did you--what?"

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie popped her head back out of the bag and swallowed. "What?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Hooves can't do that."

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie looked at her hoof, then back at him, then back at her hoof. "Shows what you know."

[justlurkinghere]

"I know a lot." REALLY. HE WOULD BE THE ALPHA.

[locointhecoco]

"Not about ponies." Which was the only kind of knowledge that mattered.

[bitten_notshy]

Jan stomped up, an inquisitive look on his face. "Are you real?" he asked. "Ponies are not pink."

The babel gremlin gave him English. It could not give him tact.

[locointhecoco]

This was apparently what happened when a pony left the rock farm.

"Are you real?" she asked. "Bears usually have hair."

[bitten_notshy]

"I'm not a bear," Jan told her, giggling. "I'm a person!"

He thought about it for a moment. "But one time I saw a bear in the park, and people threw money at it to make it dance, and that was pretty cool."

[locointhecoco]

"I don't have any bits," Pinkie said. She was just a filly, after all. "What's a person?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Like me or him or him or him," Jan said, pointing. "Why are you talking about your bits?"

[locointhecoco]

"'Cause you wanted me to throw money at you." She looked at the people he'd pointed to. "You all look like hairless bears to me."

[bitten_notshy]

"Nuh-uh," Jan said, crinkling his nose. "Anyhow, do ponies have money?"

[locointhecoco]

"Yuh-huh. I just don't have any bits right now."

[bitten_notshy]

"It's okay," Jan told her. "I don't either."

[locointhecoco]

"Of course not," Pinkie said. "Bears don't use money."

[bitten_notshy]

"But people do," Jan pointed out. "We still aren't bears."

[locointhecoco]

"What's a 'people'?" Didn't he say he was a person? Now she was confused.