[6] Action for Violet/Everywhere [Fourth Wall Event]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake is in his apartment minding his own business when there's a flash of light.]

When it fades, nothing seems different for a minute. All's normal and as it should be, everything in its place. After a second, it sinks in. There's something that's been out of place for months, and all of a sudden the feeling of nakedness is gone.]

[He pats his side, and there's the good, reassuring weight of his gun, right where it should be. He takes it out to give it a look over, and it's exactly as he remembers it. He puts it back and feels more himself than he has since he got to this damn place.]

[That's when he notices there's a lot of strange noises outside.]

[Blake opens the door and steps out.]

[He takes a good look at around.]

[He thinks it over.]

Nope.

[He turns around to go back inside.]

Comments

[brbmakingfriends]

You forgotten me already? I'm Pinkie Pie! We met when I was hu...mane. [laughs.]

[Oh, a pile. Must go into pile! Pinkie nudges her nose around and quickly snorts. Then she finds the Growlithe.]

Aww, he's rolling in.

[lieutenantantichrist]

That's one of those girls who says she's a horse. It's real simple. Girls aren't horses.

[Carter gets a beer out of the fridge. It takes a few tries to pop the tab.]

I'm gonna look away for a while, and when I turn back, you're not gonna be there anymore.

[The little Growlithe hopes that's not true. He yawns and gently headbutts the pony's leg, inviting her to play.]

[brbmakingfriends]

Well, duh. They're mares.

[In the meantime, Pinkie accepts the Growlithe's invitation as she bends her front legs and leans forward. With a wiggle of her tail, Pinkie barks trying to imitate as a dog. Come on, pounce at her!]

[lieutenantantichrist]

Not the point.

[He starts taking a drink, and it's such a good idea that he doesn't stop until its empty.]

[The pink horse is still fucking there.]

[He flings the can at the wall.]

[The Growlithe bounds happily at Pinkie Pie, then goes off chasing the can]

[brbmakingfriends]

[Woah, even this pony had to take a step back for a moment.]

Blake, I can't believe you actually missed. The trash can isn't even there! [Then she watches the Growlithe go.] Even Fireball says so.

[lieutenantantichrist]

[The little Growlthe grabs the can, bounds back, and deposits it at the pony's hooves. He barks and wags his tail expectantly.]

[Blake stares steadfastly at the wall. It will go away. It has to.]

His name's not Fireball! It's-- it doesn't matter what his name is.

[He makes the mistake of glancing at the...thing with the girl's voice.]

[He swallows.] Jesus fuck. This can't be happening.