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“Don’t you dare even THINK of moving until I’ve cleaned up your mess!” Yelled a furious Sunset Shimmer. She left the living room, looking to retrieve the broom.

Snippets of hair lay around the colt and filly on the floor, the filly feeling a bit guilty for getting the scissors out in the first place, the colt just missing his wonderful locks, which he had spent months growing out. After a quarrel with the two, the filly was so infuriated that she took a pat of large, red scissors, and cut at the colts mane. Screaming, fighting, and the furious snap of scissors, was all that could be heard. At the commotion, Sunset entered the room to find her two foals shouting at each other, with cut manes. Angry didn’t even begin to describe what Sunset Shimmer felt when she saw the numerous locks of hair of the floor.

Overcome with rage, Sunset ignited her magic and took a large ribbon from the desk in her room, and tied it around the two. Afterwards, she went to go find the materials she needed to clean up the mess. Meanwhile, Pale Omen and Astral Comet were left tied together, the filly feeling angry, the colt feeling sad about his precious that were now sprawled on the floor.

“You know I hate you, right?” Astral muttered under his breath, as for Sunset Shimmer to not hear him.

Pale Omen didn’t reply, only huffed and turned her head away from him.

“I meant what I said.” Astral picked at his cut hair with his hooves. “Maybe you should make some actual friends instead of some dried up bones.”

“I’d rather have dried up bones for friends than you.” Pale Omen snapped, under her breath, that is.

Astral snorted. “I don’t want friends anyway.”

“That’s just an act to cover up the fact that you can’t actually make any friends.”

“I can to make friends!” He whisper-yelled. “You’re being a hippopotamus!”

“You mean hypocrite, stupid.” She spat.

“I’m not stupid!” He stomped his hooves against the floor. “Mom said not to call me that!”

“Yeah, well moms not here is she? So I can call you whatever I want, STUPID.”

The colt huffed in frustration. He was starting to get worked up again, and desperately wished he had the scissors back so he could finish what he started
Sunset soon returned with the broom and dustpan, looking down at the two young ponies. “Have you two thought about what you’ve done?”

Reluctantly, they both nodded, with a “yes, mama.”

“Hmph.” Sunset didn’t sound convinced and pressed on with her questions. “Have you two talked it out?”

Both the colt and the filly knew they had done almost the exact opposite of “talk it out”. However, wanting to hurry and get away from each other, they nodded.

Sunset only stared for a few seconds, before her eyes narrowed and a grin spread across her face. “Than I’ve decided; instead of ME cleaning up your mess, it’ll be YOU.” She handed the broom to Pale Omen, and the dustpan to Astral Comet. “And you’ll learn a bit of teamwork while tied in that ribbon.”

They both huffed. For some reason they thought they were going to get out of it easy.

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“Don’t you dare even THINK of moving until I’ve cleaned up your mess!” Yelled a furious Sunset Shimmer. She left the living room, looking to retrieve the broom.

Snippets of hair lay around the colt and filly on the floor, the filly feeling a bit guilty for getting the scissors out in the first place, the colt just missing his wonderful locks, which he had spent months growing out. After a quarrel with the two, the filly was so infuriated that she took a pat of large, red scissors, and cut at the colts mane. Screaming, fighting, and the furious snap of scissors, was all that could be heard. At the commotion, Sunset entered the room to find her two foals shouting at each other, with cut manes. Angry didn’t even begin to describe what Sunset Shimmer felt when she saw the numerous locks of hair of the floor.

Overcome with rage, Sunset ignited her magic and took a large ribbon from the desk in her room, and tied it around the two. Afterwards, she went to go find the materials she needed to clean up the mess. Meanwhile, Pale Omen and Astral Comet were left tied together, the filly feeling angry, the colt feeling sad about his precious that were now sprawled on the floor.

“You know I hate you, right?” Astral muttered under his breath, as for Sunset Shimmer to not hear him.

Pale Omen didn’t reply, only huffed and turned her head away from him.

“I meant what I said.” Astral picked at his cut hair with his hooves. “Maybe you should make some actual friends instead of some dried up bones.”

“I’d rather have dried up bones for friends than you.” Pale Omen snapped, under her breath, that is.

Astral snorted. “I don’t want friends anyway.”

“That’s just an act to cover up the fact that you can’t actually make any friends.”

“I can to make friends!” He whisper-yelled. “You’re being a hippopotamus!”

“You mean hypocrite, stupid.” She spat.

“I’m not stupid!” He stomped his hooves against the floor. “Mom said not to call me that!”

“Yeah, well moms not here is she? So I can call you whatever I want, STUPID.”

The colt huffed in frustration. He was starting to get worked up again, and desperately wished he had the scissors back so he could finish what he started
Sunset soon returned with the broom and dustpan, looking down at the two young ponies. “Have you two thought about what you’ve done?”

Reluctantly, they both nodded, with a “yes, mama.”

“Hmph.” Sunset didn’t sound convinced and pressed on with her questions. “Have you two talked it out?”

Both the colt and the filly knew they had done almost the exact opposite of “talk it out”. However, wanting to hurry and get away from each other, they nodded.

Sunset only stared for a few seconds, before her eyes narrowed and a grin spread across her face. “Than I’ve decided; instead of ME cleaning up your mess, it’ll be YOU.” She handed the broom to Pale Omen, and the dustpan to Astral Comet. “And you’ll learn a bit of teamwork while tied in that ribbon.”

They both huffed. For some reason they thought they were going to get out of it easy.