Post by waxworks on Oct 8, 2014 18:52:50 GMT
With a brisk breeze permeating Ponyville and the leaves all starting to pick up their vibrant, fiery hues, it was rapidly becoming apparent that Autumn had nuzzled its way through Equestria. And Autumn meant Nightmare Night, and Nightmare Night meant Ponyville's own resident nightmare was giddily kicking her creep into overdrive. Even though her life and business was a perpetual veil of macabre, ominous foreboding wrapped in a cobweb, she pet even more effort into things than usual when that time of year rolled around.
Currently she was pronking through the streets rather than creeping, as her bottled enthusiasm was escaping from her in great splashes. The waxy-colored mare who looked like a candle had escaped from its candlestick was off on a terrific romp through Ponyville, accompanied by a rather stoic purple unicorn in a top hat.
A series of taps, rattles and whooshes came off of Mannequin Grace's hooves as she signaled to her friend, who responded somewhat madly, "well yeah, it's just the best time of the entire year! And this year I am absolutely determined to get everypony in Ponyville into the spirit of things!"
Grace smirked and gave an impressed whistle in response to her friend's exclamations. A little voice from a puppet sitting on her back piped in, "isn't that what you normally do?"
"Oh nononono! That's just the same sort of friendliness I show all of Ponyville! I'm talking about getting everypony in on it this year! Bigger! Scarier! Spookier! With more wriggling legs!"
On that note Waxworks removed what looked vaguely like a ball of ticker-tape from her saddlebags and expertly flung it over some signposts. It was a very clever and efficient method of distributing cobwebs wherever she went, and she'd turned the path they'd taken through town thus far into what vaguely resembled a pale explosion of cotton candy.
A few taps and gestures issued out of Grace again, as she pointed towards the marketplace.
"Ooooh, yes! We should see if anypony's got more supplies! Cobble's poor spiders can only make so much webbing in so much time!"
Grace shivered slightly. Waxworks hadn't been looking at her hooves that time but had still gotten her meaning. It creeped her out how that would happen sometimes, and she was certain Waxworks just loved it.
"COME ON PONYVILLE," cried Waxworks as she galloped towards the marketplace, a unicorn chasing along after her, "I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM!"
Currently she was pronking through the streets rather than creeping, as her bottled enthusiasm was escaping from her in great splashes. The waxy-colored mare who looked like a candle had escaped from its candlestick was off on a terrific romp through Ponyville, accompanied by a rather stoic purple unicorn in a top hat.
A series of taps, rattles and whooshes came off of Mannequin Grace's hooves as she signaled to her friend, who responded somewhat madly, "well yeah, it's just the best time of the entire year! And this year I am absolutely determined to get everypony in Ponyville into the spirit of things!"
Grace smirked and gave an impressed whistle in response to her friend's exclamations. A little voice from a puppet sitting on her back piped in, "isn't that what you normally do?"
"Oh nononono! That's just the same sort of friendliness I show all of Ponyville! I'm talking about getting everypony in on it this year! Bigger! Scarier! Spookier! With more wriggling legs!"
On that note Waxworks removed what looked vaguely like a ball of ticker-tape from her saddlebags and expertly flung it over some signposts. It was a very clever and efficient method of distributing cobwebs wherever she went, and she'd turned the path they'd taken through town thus far into what vaguely resembled a pale explosion of cotton candy.
A few taps and gestures issued out of Grace again, as she pointed towards the marketplace.
"Ooooh, yes! We should see if anypony's got more supplies! Cobble's poor spiders can only make so much webbing in so much time!"
Grace shivered slightly. Waxworks hadn't been looking at her hooves that time but had still gotten her meaning. It creeped her out how that would happen sometimes, and she was certain Waxworks just loved it.
"COME ON PONYVILLE," cried Waxworks as she galloped towards the marketplace, a unicorn chasing along after her, "I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM!"