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Immortals Have a Horrible Sense of Humor
Twilight Sparkle stood in front of Princess Celestia’s chambers, looking over the plans Celestia had drawn up for the next Grand Galloping Gala, her brow creased. She sighed, then knocked on the door. It opened, revealing Celestia wearing one of her eternally warm smiles.
“Hello, Twilight. Come in.” Twilight entered Celestia’s room, the door closing behind her. Celestia went to her bookshelf. “I would have started implementing them myself, but I’ve got quite a few books to sort, as you can see. Are the schematics to your liking?”
Twilight rubbed the nape of her neck. “That’s the thing, these aren’t so much plans for a Gala as they are a series of deathtraps.”
“Whatever do you mean?” Celestia asked as she examined the spine of a book before carefully placing it on the shelf.
“Well, what do you expect when you give me schematics that…” Twilight said as she looked over the schematics, her eyes widening. “What even is a ‘chainsaw slide’?”
Celestia placed another book on the shelf. “It’s a slide made of chainsaws.”
Twilight buried her face in her hoof. “Really, Princess? With the kind of carnage your version of the Gala would provide, you’d be better off inviting Queen Chrysalis and her Changeling horde to the Gala.”
“...what was that last part?” Celestia asked, halfway through placing a book on her shelf.
“I said, you’d be better off inviting Queen Chrysalis and her Changeling horde to the Gala.”
Celestia dropped the book onto the floor. “Twilight, do you realize what you just came up with?”
Twilight shrank back. “I-I’m sorry, Princes—”
“You’ve just come up with the best idea ever!” Celestia spun towards Twilight and looked her in the eye. “Now how do we get into contact with Queen Chrysalis?”
“W-what?” Twilight bit her lip.
“I asked you how do we go about inviting Queen Chrysalis to the Grand Galloping Gala.”
Twilight gasped. “You can’t be serious.”
“Serious as a heart attack, Twilight. Now how do we invite the Changelings to the Gala?”
“Princess Celestia, one does not simply invite the Changeling horde to the Grand Galloping Gala.”
Celestia wandered around her room, tapping her chin. “You’re right. We’d have to lure them in somehow.”
“Wait.” Twilight shook her head. “You’re not actually—”
Celestia threw herself onto her bed and clopped her front hooves together. “A wedding! We’ll hold a wedding during the Grand Galloping Gala!” Celestia sat up and smiled at Twilight. “Moments like these are how I’m reminded that you’re my best student.”
Twilight tilted her head. “You do realize that this would cause untold chaos, right?”
“Please,” Celestia said with a chuckle. “If you spend your life worrying about regret, you’ll miss the show.”
Twilight swallowed. “I guess.”
“Hello, Twilight. Come in.” Twilight entered Celestia’s room, the door closing behind her. Celestia went to her bookshelf. “I would have started implementing them myself, but I’ve got quite a few books to sort, as you can see. Are the schematics to your liking?”
Twilight rubbed the nape of her neck. “That’s the thing, these aren’t so much plans for a Gala as they are a series of deathtraps.”
“Whatever do you mean?” Celestia asked as she examined the spine of a book before carefully placing it on the shelf.
“Well, what do you expect when you give me schematics that…” Twilight said as she looked over the schematics, her eyes widening. “What even is a ‘chainsaw slide’?”
Celestia placed another book on the shelf. “It’s a slide made of chainsaws.”
Twilight buried her face in her hoof. “Really, Princess? With the kind of carnage your version of the Gala would provide, you’d be better off inviting Queen Chrysalis and her Changeling horde to the Gala.”
“...what was that last part?” Celestia asked, halfway through placing a book on her shelf.
“I said, you’d be better off inviting Queen Chrysalis and her Changeling horde to the Gala.”
Celestia dropped the book onto the floor. “Twilight, do you realize what you just came up with?”
Twilight shrank back. “I-I’m sorry, Princes—”
“You’ve just come up with the best idea ever!” Celestia spun towards Twilight and looked her in the eye. “Now how do we get into contact with Queen Chrysalis?”
“W-what?” Twilight bit her lip.
“I asked you how do we go about inviting Queen Chrysalis to the Grand Galloping Gala.”
Twilight gasped. “You can’t be serious.”
“Serious as a heart attack, Twilight. Now how do we invite the Changelings to the Gala?”
“Princess Celestia, one does not simply invite the Changeling horde to the Grand Galloping Gala.”
Celestia wandered around her room, tapping her chin. “You’re right. We’d have to lure them in somehow.”
“Wait.” Twilight shook her head. “You’re not actually—”
Celestia threw herself onto her bed and clopped her front hooves together. “A wedding! We’ll hold a wedding during the Grand Galloping Gala!” Celestia sat up and smiled at Twilight. “Moments like these are how I’m reminded that you’re my best student.”
Twilight tilted her head. “You do realize that this would cause untold chaos, right?”
“Please,” Celestia said with a chuckle. “If you spend your life worrying about regret, you’ll miss the show.”
Twilight swallowed. “I guess.”