The Bright neon glow shone down from the Crimson heart club sign onto two pony’s having alittle transaction, the sky was black and dull as the bright radiation of the Canterlot lights took away what once was a brilliant array of blue and purple night sky imbued with the sparkling diamond stars, now it was left as dim yellow specs called stars and flying red balls called commercial jets,… fitting.
There Bits raddled in their bags as money and product exchanged hoofs in the grit-ridden alleys of Canterlot, free from the prying eyes of the local guard or wandering mare-do-wells, it was a haven for the crime industry.
“Ok there ya go, just make sure it don’t make much contact with sun-light, waters out the potency for you, ya know man” Snips whispered behind the collar of his brown waistcoat, he handed the Purple vile from his pocket to a scrawny looking mare with a large tattoo sleaved down her fore-arm.
“ok ,ok, gotcha ,yeah ,ok, yeah, hey um what type is this??” the jittery young girl asked?.
“Violet love s’called, kicks like a drunk bull but makes you feel all happy and shit”
The narcotic-addicted mare gazed at the vile that gleamed a fine purple glow.
“tight tight, sounds great, ok here, its 200 bits right? Yeah take it, take it”.
“Thank ya kindly, just remember, you didn’t see me” Snips said with a rehearsed tone.
“sure, yeah whatever” jabbered the druggy as she slipped the purple tube in her pink handbag then retreated from the dark alleyway, as she walked across the road a long black coach pulled up to the side, it seemed to be pulled by 2 rather heavy-built pegisi.
Snips gulped, he recognized this coach, hell anyone with half a sense in this town knew whose coach this was, it belonged to ‘The Guy’.
One of the large ponies unhooked himself and rubbed his fore-arm on a large silver manticore hood ornament imbued on the front of the coach, Oh boy.
“Ello snippy-baby” asked the bright orange second thug in an unfittingly happy tone.
“Eh…Hey Rudey, how’s it hanging?” Replied Snips, his throat felt as heavy as a bowling ball.
The Bigger thug named Rocco walked over to the coach-door; the bass-pumping rasta music boomed from inside. Time seemed to stop as he slowly pulled the door open; you could practically hear the ‘foreboding music’ as the guy exited the dark Smokey cavern that was his coach like darth Vader.
Guy was the very idea of calculating and imitating, his hoofs were encased in silver grills and tiny onyx jewels, A Large black banded fedora sat on his dread-locked mane and his body was valed with a huge dark brown coat latent with tiny trinkets and skulls from small creatures, he looked something terrifying standing moderately tall with cold yellow eyes…the fact that he was a zebra didn’t help.
“Snips…me mon, I need to taulk ith ya” Guy creaked with his thick foreign accent, Snips almost shat himself with fear.
“ye..yeah Boss, sure” stuttered the young drug dealer.
The drug-lord walked over, his silver hooves clacked across the cemented pavement while his lackeys trailed behind, surrounding
Snips and edging him deeper into the alleyway.
“I got sum troublin’ news yesta’day” Guy started.
“Got told that you wa seen andin’ out….sample product”.
“s...sample product…sir” Snips replied, as jittery as the drug addicts he sold to.
“eye mon, means product someone gunna taste…then there gunna buy, That’s the only good reason I can Imagine when it comes ta’ givin’ away mah finest batches fa’ free” Guy spoke friendly but behind that calm face was a tyrant, his words were usually hard to understand through his accent but these ones there as clear as glass.
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Button mash : high school life
FanfictionButton has to go back to the troubles of teenage life, which includes patching things up at home, keeping his friends....and trying to make things less awkward between him and his X-Marefriend Sweetie belle in this dark high school life.
