Sweetie Belle happily skipped through the vendor hall, oblivious to the humans around her. They didn't seem to notice her either, instead seeming to always unknowingly step aside when her path approached them. That path soon lead her directly to Andy Price's table, where he was working on a commission sketch.
"Heya, Andy! I really like your artwork. Have you seen my socks?"
Andy slowly looked up. Blinked once. Then again. Nope, there was definitely a talking pony in front of him. His internal monologue noted how surprisingly calm he felt.
"Hey, Tony," he called across the aisle to his fellow comic artist, "What did you say was in this tea again?"
Tony Fleecs smiled wryly. "If I told you what it was, it wouldn't be a surprise!"
Sweetie Belle frowned. The nice man who drew stuff wasn't responding. "Uh, Mr. Price, can you hear me?"
The man sighed. "Yes, Sweetie Belle, I can hear you. You know," he added, cracking a smile, "for a hallucination, you're surprisingly, uh... realistic."
"Silly human, I am real! You know what else is real? My lack of socks! Have you seen them?"
Andy looked on his table. He looked under his table. He even looked behind his table. There were no socks to be found. But that two-headed dragon looked pretty interesting.
"Yeah, that's pretty darn cool," a nearby giant Rainbow Dash plushie intoned. Andy's eye's roved. All around the vendor hall, things that shouldn't be talking or moving or existing were doing just that. All around him, Bronies went about buying, unaware of this strange new world filled with wonders Andy's eyes had been open to. Now he saw the truth. Now he saw peace, love, happiness, and all the things humans strove for but never found. It was all so simple, really. Everything is simple when you can see everything. Everything but socks.
Tony Fleecs smiled, watching his spaced out friend.
Something tapped him on the shoulder. "Enjoying yourself, Tony? I do love a good drugged tea prank, myself. Andy boy over there's higher than the Canterhorn!"
That voice was unmistakable, and Tony really hoped he would see John Delancie standing behind him.
"Nope, Discord."
uh-oh!
I met Andy Price at BC and he was a pretty chill guy.
8143193 he and tony are both pretty chill.
has she looked in a soldiers open wound?
8143214 that'd be a hell of a wound!
Did she check in one of the Elm street kids nightmares?
How about Discord's house?
Has she looked in a vending machine in Neighpon?
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I could buy Discord's realm having a region for missing socks.
Little did she know, for reasons far too complicated, most likely thought up after drinking Tony's tea, Sweetie Belle's socks were used as impromptu insulation on the Apollo 11's flight to the moon. Maybe Princess Luna knows where they are hiding now?
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There does seem to be a strange similarity, wouldn't you agree?
8144027 this is too precious
I bet the socks are in the private closet of Princess Peach of the Mushroom Kingdom. Or under Wario's hat. Or something, I dunno.
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Season 7 was lit
I awesome this will be another fic that'll get updated when you think of an idea for it.
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You “awesome” correctly!
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...I can't believe I didn't notice that spelling error.
...I'm leaving it in.