Literature
The Creepypasta Ponies - Ch. 1: Not Just Stories
"Well?""Well what?" "Any luck?"The first speaker shook her head in exasperation, causing the shimmering colors of her mane and body to shift in waves before they settled into their steady change of color. She glared at the teenage colt beside her, a knife twirling in his hoof and his lidless eyes clearly expressed his impatience. "Jeffrey, stop it," snapped another iridescent pony, a stallion this time, glaring at the knife-wielding colt. "We can't know if they're good enough if we don't pay attention to them.""It's Jeff ," the colt insisted, eyebrows furrowed into a glare. "No one calls me 'Jeffrey'.""Point is, we're your superiors ...
