Chapter 1

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My name's Sugar Dough. My 5 friends are Dubbie Step, the hipster with bubblegum pink skin and cotton candy blue hair, Kyrs Davison, the crabby one that everyone bullies with bright blue skin and rainbow hair, Harry Styles, my superstar boyfriend who is afraid of commitment with orange skin and mesmerizing curly pink hair, Niall Horan, Dubbie's husband who is very awkward towards me with purple skin and different shades of purple and pink hair, and George Shelley, Krys' husband who we don't really include a lot with white skin and orange, pink, and yellow hair. We're ponies by the way. We laugh a lot at our messed up adventures and sometimes kill other ponies, but it's funnier than you can imagine. You'll just have to read to find out just how funny! >:) (BTW, contains bad language, reference to drugs, and other messed up stuff, so only read if your just as messed up! ;))

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"Sugar! Have you seen my ring!" I heard my boyfriend Harry yell.

"You mean your wedding ring! No! I can't find mine either! Probably cause I don't have one!" I yelled angrily.

"Chill out, Sugar. I meant my good luck ring."

"No I won't chill out- wait, you have a good luck ring?"

"Ya, for my concerts and stuff. I got it from a fan."

"Aww, how nice of them."

"That's what I thought!"

Ring! Ring! The home phone in the living room rang.

I picked it up.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey!" I heard the cheery voice of Dubbie come over the phone.

"Hey Dubbie!"

"Hey! So I heard you and Harry are throwing one of your famous get together parties!"

"Umm, no..."

"Ok! Well, Niall and I are gonna bring a cake made specially by me!"

"Umm, ok?"

"I'm gonna go close the bakery and then go to my shift at Starbucks so bye!"

"Bye?" I said, confused.

Beep! Beep! The call ended.

"Harry! We have to throw a get together party!" I screamed in panic.

"Didn't we do one of those like literally yesterday?" He asked.

"Ya, but Dubbie's bringing a free cake and I have a major sweet tooth."

I ran up to the attic to get party decorations.

When I opened the chest that's usually full of decorations I found nothing. Shit. I must've left them in Pompeii. I better head there before the volcano erupts.

By the way, I'm a time lord. None of my friends know. They think I just travel in my time machine that I built. I'm also a pretty damn good scientist.

A lot of times I get us out of messes by using science or math. I was a major nerd in high school. My nicknames were Dorky Dough and Snorkels because I had braces and a lisp and I snorted a lot.

Anyways, I only travel in my time machine with my friends. When I'm by myself I use my powers. All of us have powers but no one ever thinks of how I never use mine.

Dubbie can travel through shadows. Niall can see ghosts. (There's one that lives with them and is in love with Dubbie so it stares at her all the time.) Krys can set on fire or use fire to kill other ponies. George can turn invisible even though he doesn't need a power to do that. And Harry can mesmerize and control people by just the flip of his hair.

Also, all our pets have powers. I have a bloodhound named Cookie Dough. Dubbie has a gray cat named Muffins. And Krys has a white bunny named Macadamia. Well, partially white. She kinda went emo/goth and died the ear that hangs over one of her eyes black. She can basically summon demons from Hell and intergalactic places and do other creepy, evil stuff. Muffins can levitate things with her mind. And Cookie can run really fast or speed. Ya, we're that messed up.

I quickly teleported to Pompeii and grabbed my decorations from a little villa I was renting when I lived there for 7 months.

Other people were living there so they just looked at me in shock and I said,

"Sorry to say this, but, you're gonna be incinerated by a massive volcano eruption and no one will be able to recognize who you are so you won't have a grave where people will visit you and you're gonna not be able to sleep in peace because all you'll be thinking about is how itchy the maggots are inside your deteriorated skin. Bye!"

All they did was stare as I disappeared into thin air. (That rhymed! :D)

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