“Woah. I didn’t know you did vectors as well!”
*turns from computer* “Eh. Just learned about ‘em recently.”
“Neat. Also, that curve tool you’re using right now? That is known as the ‘Bezier Curve’. I would know.”
“Mhm...”
“Pharynx?”
“Yeah?”
“Everyone’s a crackhead.”
“...”
“Ugh, about time the queen finally let us come back here,” Pharynx grumbled as he and little brother reached the interior of their bedchamber. He turned to Thorax, who was already climbing into his bed and huddling into the covers. “You need anything?”
The younger changeling remained silent.
“Good, because I ain’t got all night, and I especially shouldn’t have to waste the only six hours of sleep I usually get every night,” Pharynx said, about to climb into his own bed.
“P-Pharynx…?”
“So... what’s new?”
“Nothing really. Hive and Zenex vanished recently and we still can’t track them down.”
“Typical... what about Steel?”
“I... I dunno what he’s been doing really. I haven’t really talked to him in a while since that thing with the gun.”
“That’s understandable.”
“...Is it?”
“Pharynx? You still in here?”
The changeling in question turned around, sniffling; it was obvious he had been crying in the dark, empty room for a while.
Thorax trotted closer. “You still upset about Tempest?”
“Mhm...”
“Oh...” Thorax looked off to the side, before putting a hoof on his brother’s shoulder. “I’m sure if you talked it out with her, maybe—”
“Grr... come on Hero! Clean up that mess!” *pulling the nymph into his room*
*Squiming* “No! Lemme go you nimrod!”
“Just pick up your toys! It’s not that hard!”
“That’s what she said...” *giggles immaturely*
“Hero!!”
“Heh, suffice to say that those toy soldiers have more IQ then you.”
“Grr... Raaaagh!” *Storms out in a huff*
“Heh, nice.”
Dedicated to this here fic. It’s definitely worth a read.
“Wait, so hold on... you’re saying this ‘Braeburn’ guy beat you up over a freaking apple tree?”
(It took me a couple days to finally think of something for this. Consider that your warning. 
)
As a blue stallion and a green stallion loaded with saddlebags emerged off the trail in the woods into the clearing, they stepped into a sunny sky with birds chirping and a green valley stretching ahead of them.
“Bezier...” Pharynx mumbled in his sleep. “Bezier... Bezi—”
He was cut off when he felt a hoof being placed on his forehead. The changeling opened his eyes to see a dark purple unicorn with a hot pink mane... and a broken horn.
Pharynx squinted in disbelief. “Tempest...? Why are you—”
“Shh.” She put a hoof to his lips. “They said you’re only gonna be in here for a few more days.”
“...Why are you here?” he asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” she answered.
"Pharrrrrrr!"
"What?!"
"I'm boreddddd... can we go play?"
"Tell ya' what, I'll count to a hundred, you hide, and when I'm done, I'll find you."
"Okay!"
*Snickering* "Okay, ready-?"
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"
"Huh?"
“Yeah, I remember when I was head over hooves for Snapdragon back in the days. What about you guys?”
“Eh. Dunno about you two but there were quite a few ‘lings in the army that I had some form of attraction for.”
“Really now?”
“Mhm… heh, you were one of them, actually.”
“Heheh. I see. Bez, what about you?”
“Hm? Oh, me?”
Pharynx, to Thorax: Don’t do anything I would do, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. There is a little grey window in there for you to operate.
It had been a good hour of fighting, and the three changelings were getting tired. Their horns were smoking, at some points, threatening to overheat.
Pharynx ducked down. “Anyone close to overheating?”
“Yeah... RFM is taking its toll on me,” Dagger said, dipping his horn into the lake.
“Blue?” Pharynx looks over to him. “How are you?”
“Ah, I’m fine. I think...” he rubbed his head.
Dagger continued firing until...
“And despite all of that, it still made five million dollars!”
“That’s pretty shocking, yes… you got any toilet paper? This one’s out…” Pharynx asked behind the locked door.
Bezier looked around, seeing nothing but bookshelves. “No, just a bunch of reading material for some reason…” she eyed one book in particular sitting just atop a short shelf; a paperback with a black cover. She walked over to that shelf and picked it up before reading the title:
Pharynx: “Scorch, keep an eye on Thorax today. He’s going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.”
Scorch: “Sure, I’d love to see Thorax get punched.”
Pharynx: *glaring, in a threatening tone* “Try again.”
Scorch: *sigh* “…I will stop Thorax from getting punched.”
Pharynx, Mitchell, Hive, and Zenex over look a large building.
Pharynx looked at the others. “Okay, so, that’s where the Blade soldiers are?”
Zenex nodded. “Mhm. And there are a lot of them,” he informed as they moved up towards the building.
“Okay, so how do we handle this?” Mitchell asked as they stopped at the door.
Zenex smirked a bit. “Leave it to me.” With that, he trotted inside.
Hive blinked. “How is he gonna—”
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