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Puppy Power
Chrysalis ground her teeth as she fumed at her latest failure. Twilight Sparkle was still alive despite her best intentions; Chrysalis counted her lucky stars that she made it out alive and unimprisoned.
She grasped a quill and list in her magic and read it silently.
Kill Twilight Sparkle. Well, that was a bust.
She crossed it off the list and put an X next to it. “Alright, let’s see what’s next on the list…” Chrysalis’s grimace split into a smile as she read the next item.
Kill a puppy in celebration. Well, maybe I can’t do it in celebration, but I could still do it to lift my mood.
She placed the list and quill on the table and left her quarters to enter the Greater Hive Area. Outside were scores of changelings in unusually high spirits. Chrysalis raised an eyebrow.
That’s strange, I thought they’d be more dejected than this.
She finally reached the Puppy Bureau. Sitting at the table were two changelings she knew well; Their names were Thorn and Scorn, and they seemed to be doing an awful amount of paperwork. Chrysalis stood at the table for a little bit and watched them work. She grew increasingly irritated by their inattention.
She decided to clear her throat, at which Thorn and Scorn jumped and put on their usual insincere smiles.
“Ah!” Thorn said, “hello, my Queen!”
“What can we do for you today?” Scorn asked.
Chrysalis grunted. “I’d like a puppy.”
Scorn leafed through the paperwork. “Now, will that be to love or to kill?”
“To kill. I have a good bit of stress to relieve, and I’d like to do it quickly, if you don’t mind.”
Thorn nodded and paged through his own set of papers. “Ah, yes, I think I remember you putting in a reservation for a...there it is!” Scorn picked up a stamped piece of paper. “A chihuahua!”
Chrysalis nodded. “Indeed. The squeals they make as I snap their necks really helps me get out of a bad mood. And,” Chrysalis said as she leaned into Thorn, “I’m in a terrible mood.”
Thorn recoiled and nodded. “Of course. I’ll get your reservation out for you.” He went into the back room.
Chrysalis tapped her hoof as Scorn kept marking documents. “So,” Chrysalis asked, “all the changelings seem to be in high spirits.”
“Indeed they are,” Scorn said with a smile. “There are a lot of puppies entering the gates of Paradise as we speak.”
“You mean a lot of puppies with snapped necks,” Chrysalis interjected.
“That, too.”
Thorn emerged from the back room, his face blanched and without a puppy. Chrysalis glared at Thorn. “Well?”
Thorn scratched the back of his neck. “Well, it seems… uh… we…”
“We what?” Chrysalis stomped a hoof on the ground.
“We, may… have… overshot our projections, and…” Thorn bowed deeply. “I’m sorry, my Queen, but we’re out of puppies to kill.”
Chrysalis’s eyes popped open. “What do you mean there are no puppies to kill! No chihuahuas?”
Thorn shook his head.
“No shih tzus?”
Thorn shivered and gulped.
“No…” Chrysalis gasped. “No corgis?”
“N-no, Queen Chrysalis, we’re out of the killing kind of puppies.”
Chrysalis growled as she snatched up Thorn in her magic. Her chest heaved in and out as she eyed down Thorn, who shook like a leaf in her grasp.
Chrysalis took a deep breath and placed Thorn down. “Well, no need to make a mountain out a mole hill. Just get me a love puppy. I’ll have to repurpose it to suit my needs.”
Scorn raised his head. “Are you sure? The loving breeds are—”
“I said get me a puppy to kill!”
Scorn jumped, nodded, and entered the back room. He emerged holding a goldendoodle in his magic. Chrysalis licked her lips as she grasped it in her own.
“Thank you, Scorn. This will do.” Chrysalis turned around and headed back to her room. “This will do…quite nicely.”
Chrysalis stared at the goldendoodle puppy that currently jumped on her foreleg as its tail ticked rapidly and its tongue wagged to and fro. She had brought this puppy back to her private quarters in order to kill it, and she intended to do so. But as the puppy wrapped it paws around her ankle and stared into her eyes, she realized something.
I can’t; it’s too cute.
Chrysalis embraced the puppy and slowly siphoned off its love, careful not to accidentally murder it.
Oh, well; best laid plans, and all that.
She grasped a quill and list in her magic and read it silently.
Kill Twilight Sparkle. Well, that was a bust.
She crossed it off the list and put an X next to it. “Alright, let’s see what’s next on the list…” Chrysalis’s grimace split into a smile as she read the next item.
Kill a puppy in celebration. Well, maybe I can’t do it in celebration, but I could still do it to lift my mood.
She placed the list and quill on the table and left her quarters to enter the Greater Hive Area. Outside were scores of changelings in unusually high spirits. Chrysalis raised an eyebrow.
That’s strange, I thought they’d be more dejected than this.
She finally reached the Puppy Bureau. Sitting at the table were two changelings she knew well; Their names were Thorn and Scorn, and they seemed to be doing an awful amount of paperwork. Chrysalis stood at the table for a little bit and watched them work. She grew increasingly irritated by their inattention.
She decided to clear her throat, at which Thorn and Scorn jumped and put on their usual insincere smiles.
“Ah!” Thorn said, “hello, my Queen!”
“What can we do for you today?” Scorn asked.
Chrysalis grunted. “I’d like a puppy.”
Scorn leafed through the paperwork. “Now, will that be to love or to kill?”
“To kill. I have a good bit of stress to relieve, and I’d like to do it quickly, if you don’t mind.”
Thorn nodded and paged through his own set of papers. “Ah, yes, I think I remember you putting in a reservation for a...there it is!” Scorn picked up a stamped piece of paper. “A chihuahua!”
Chrysalis nodded. “Indeed. The squeals they make as I snap their necks really helps me get out of a bad mood. And,” Chrysalis said as she leaned into Thorn, “I’m in a terrible mood.”
Thorn recoiled and nodded. “Of course. I’ll get your reservation out for you.” He went into the back room.
Chrysalis tapped her hoof as Scorn kept marking documents. “So,” Chrysalis asked, “all the changelings seem to be in high spirits.”
“Indeed they are,” Scorn said with a smile. “There are a lot of puppies entering the gates of Paradise as we speak.”
“You mean a lot of puppies with snapped necks,” Chrysalis interjected.
“That, too.”
Thorn emerged from the back room, his face blanched and without a puppy. Chrysalis glared at Thorn. “Well?”
Thorn scratched the back of his neck. “Well, it seems… uh… we…”
“We what?” Chrysalis stomped a hoof on the ground.
“We, may… have… overshot our projections, and…” Thorn bowed deeply. “I’m sorry, my Queen, but we’re out of puppies to kill.”
Chrysalis’s eyes popped open. “What do you mean there are no puppies to kill! No chihuahuas?”
Thorn shook his head.
“No shih tzus?”
Thorn shivered and gulped.
“No…” Chrysalis gasped. “No corgis?”
“N-no, Queen Chrysalis, we’re out of the killing kind of puppies.”
Chrysalis growled as she snatched up Thorn in her magic. Her chest heaved in and out as she eyed down Thorn, who shook like a leaf in her grasp.
Chrysalis took a deep breath and placed Thorn down. “Well, no need to make a mountain out a mole hill. Just get me a love puppy. I’ll have to repurpose it to suit my needs.”
Scorn raised his head. “Are you sure? The loving breeds are—”
“I said get me a puppy to kill!”
Scorn jumped, nodded, and entered the back room. He emerged holding a goldendoodle in his magic. Chrysalis licked her lips as she grasped it in her own.
“Thank you, Scorn. This will do.” Chrysalis turned around and headed back to her room. “This will do…quite nicely.”
Chrysalis stared at the goldendoodle puppy that currently jumped on her foreleg as its tail ticked rapidly and its tongue wagged to and fro. She had brought this puppy back to her private quarters in order to kill it, and she intended to do so. But as the puppy wrapped it paws around her ankle and stared into her eyes, she realized something.
I can’t; it’s too cute.
Chrysalis embraced the puppy and slowly siphoned off its love, careful not to accidentally murder it.
Oh, well; best laid plans, and all that.