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There was a white mansion within a gated community in Phonyland that was often the recipient of the neighbors ire.  It was not for the occasional wild party that was thrown that the home received so many complaints, but for the egregious amount of cameras and guards that dotted the place.  Even within the house's walls cameras were located in every corner and the occasional visitor remarked over the owner's paranoia.  Beyond the cameras, which the owner often claimed were for streaming purposes with a smile on her face, there was little signs of life in most rooms as the walls were empty and the floors bare.  Only two rooms in the house contained furniture, the bedroom and the office.

Hush Money stood in the stark white kitchen, a line of food delivery bags placed on the marble counters.  Soggy burritos and quesadillas were pulled out of bags with alicorn magic and placed haphazardly on dishes.  Elote covered in something unnaturally red was carefully removed from it's plastic container and plopped on a plate.  Finally a container of saucy wings were dumped into a bowl and Hush jammed the resulting trash into the can without much care for how things looked.

Satisfied, the mare's eyes sparkled with a wicked glee as she surveyed her carefully picked offerings, quite confident that the stallion would be surprised with the bait and switch on each.  She had (more carefully than her plating job) searched for things that would be a shock upon first bite and would be entertaining for the viewers.  Now all she had to do was wait and arrive, her office already set up with cameras and ring lights.

@Yasha

Synthesis had spent months planning and preparing.  He'd gotten the most elaborate ring he could find and had hired caterers, an event coordinator, and other help all for this one moment.

Now they were on a boat on a way to a tropical vacation Synth had told Regality would change her life, mere minutes from arriving.  The island, located off the coast of Phonyland, sported beautiful crystal clear waters.  The glittering sand was dotted with white peacocks strutting about and rose petals that had been scattered earlier in the day, as per his instructions.  Faintly one could see a lush red carpet leading from the dock up the hill towards a large white mansion.  The path upward was lined with Greek sculptures of men and women in varying states and palms trees covered the hillside.

As the boat docked, Synth hopped off, holding out a hoof to his lovely companion.   "What do you think?"

@Fealine

Telltale Heart mostly enjoyed school.  The colt had found that friend's were few and far between and his siblings had long since grown up, but he still enjoyed learning.  Sometimes he caught other students glancing his way and whispering, but the boy wasn't bothered.

They were probably just talking about his latest clever prank after all! 

The pastel pegasus already had plans for his next caper and had hung back at the beginning of class to linger by the backpack cubbies for awhile to wait for his classmates to filter over to their desks.

He was oblivious to the reason most of the other foals avoided him, why their parents pulled them in close when he and his parents walked by.  The colt was happy-go-lucky, family and lack of friends be damned.
He had stuff all the jars of peanut butter and whatever jellies he could scrounge up from his house into his backpack with glee.

@purpleroses

It was his most ambitious work yet, a giant sprawling beast painted across the backside of several brick apartment buildings.  He had been building up to this for weeks, researching a location that could fit a work of this scale without being too easily visible by unhelpful passersby.  One could never tell if such people were prone to calling the cops.  The location, he'd deemed after days of lurking, was perfect and now his work just had to be too. 

For quite some time now he'd taken to signing his work with a stencil of a little imp.  The imp, he found, to be a suitable symbol what with his (and his siblings) tendency to rile up trouble and the bat like wings he'd inherited from his mysterious gene donors. 

For this work the imp was his sole inspiration, how flexible it was with it's meaning.  The imp; a symbol of naughtiness, a metaphor for man's foolishness, a creature of sin.  First he'd painted a stenciled pattern of his signature across the walls.  The repeating demonic creature spaced as evenly as the colt could manage, ever thankful for his wings.  It had taken him several days just to spray paint the pattern alone.  Today was the day he would finish, the focus a large unique imp that he had freehand painted.  He scrawled it crouching across the buildings, beckoning the viewer in, encouraging them to make an unwise decision.  Neon colors popped out of the blacks and deep blues, burning symbols and haunting eyes.  A thousand mouths with screams unheard, a great beast of scaly, rotten woe.

As the last drops of paint left the can, he took a step back to examine his work.

Yes.