“Sweet Celestia…what a night.” Silver Screen thought to himself, as he opened his mouth wide for a long and drawn out yawn.

Never did he expect the last night to go down the way that he did. All he planned to do was to have a few drinks and go home for a nice rest. Instead, he meets Milano Mash, easily the most beautiful mare he’s ever seen in his entire life…and he’s seen the Princesses up close! Her sad nature compelled him to cheer her up, and now here he is, in her bed after a night of sweaty, rough, yet silent lovemaking.

Waking up in another mare’s bed is a feeling unfamiliar to him. While he’s no stranger to one night stands, he’s never spent the whole night on these said stands, with the mare kicking him out before the clock would hit three in the morning. Milano however, did something completely different, meaning that she actually let him stay over.

Opening his eyes, he expected to greet the sleeping body of Milano. Instead, he got an empty left side of the bed. Or so he thought.

Looking over to the right, he spots a small brown colt with red eyes staring at him. This is most likely the colt known as Button Mash.

“Uhh…” was all that Silver Screen could utter.

“Mom!” he called out in a nasally voice, “There’s a weird stallion in your bed! Mom!”

Silver Screen winces at Button Mash’s cries for help; not only are they slightly uncalled for, but his whiny voice is already starting to annoy him. Within moments, Milano comes rushing up the stairs, and into the room, with a look of worry on her face.

“Button!” Milano says, “Don’t scare the poor stallion.” She picks Button up off the bed, and onto the soft carpeted floor.

“Who is that? And why are his eyes so weird?!” he nearly demands of her an explanation.

“He’s…” she looks up at Silver Screen, before looking back to her son, “He’s an old friend from High School. He was moving into Ponyville, and was looking for a new place.”

“So you let him sleep in your bed? That’s weird!”

“It was just for last night. Plus, it was late, and the motels were full.”

Button looks at his mother with an expression that more than suggests that he does not believe her story in the slightest. He glances over to Silver Screen, before shrugging, and heading out of the room, and down the steps.

“Your honey and oats cereal is in the kitchen!” she calls out.

“Thanks Mom!” he replies happily.

“Not exactly the thing I was expecting to wake up to.” Silver Screen says.

“He can be a hoof-full, I admit. Sorry that he scared you.”

“No, it’s fine. He didn’t scare me. He certainly surprised me, though.” he chuckles, “So, I’m an old friend from High School, huh?”

“It sounded plausible at the time. I don’t think he bought it.”

“He seems like a smart colt, so no.”

“Oh…” Milano puts a hoof over her eyes, “I should have thought this through. Maybe I should have locked the door, or told Button not to go into my room, or…”

“Hey, hey…” Silver Screen gets out of bed, coming to Milano’s side. “It’s alright.” he places a comforting hoof on her back, “Don’t worry so much.”

“I’m a mother. It’s what I do.” she chortles. “I should go downstairs to pack Button’s lunch.” She starts walking out the door. Before she completely leaves the room, she pauses briefly, turning back around to face Silver Screen. She walks back to him. “I almost forgot….” She goes in for a soft, gentle kiss on the lips. Silver Screen savors the moment. When they separate, she looks at him with lustful eyes. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.” He replies, all smiles.

“What time do you have work?”

“Hmmm…” he looks over at the nearby clock on the dresser, “It’s eight, and I don’t have work till eleven. How come?”

“Would you like to walk with me, take Button to school, and go out to breakfast?”

“That sounds…awesome.” he smirks, “I’ll pay.”

“Oh no. You paid for my drinks and dinner last night. I’ll pay for the food, this time.” she says with determination, trotting out the door with a collected confidence.

When Milano leaves the room, Silver Screen turns his attention back to the bed. Using his magic, he removes the sheets from the bed, bundling them up into a nice round ball of cloth. Walking through the house, he passes by an empty room, no doubt belonging to the other brother, who is now with his father. Towards the other end of the hall, he finds the washing machine.

Checking the instructions carefully, he puts the sheets in, followed by the soap, and turns the knobs to the appropriate settings. Once the machine begins its cycle, Silver Screen walks downstairs, to the kitchen where Milano is packing Button’s lunch. Button is at the table, munching on some delicious honey and oats cereal.

Button ears perk up, noticing the sound of the washing machine upstairs.

“Why is the washing machine on?” he asks, “Did you bring clothes with you?”

“Ummm….” Silver Screen had to act fast, “Yeah. I brought some stuff with me. It’s not much.”

“Uh-Huh.” Button says, going back to feasting on his cereal.

Silver Screen and Milano exchange a look. He mouths to her that they’re the sheets from the bed. A small blush reddens her cheeks, before turning back to finish packing Button’s lunch. Once everything is packed and ready to go, she puts the lunchbox on the table.

“Okay, Button.” Milano says with a smile, “You ready for school?”

“I suppose. I wish it was the weekend already.”

“In a couple more days, it will be. Now come along.” She watches Button hop off the stool, taking his bowl to the sink like a good colt. Milano looks at Silver Screen. “Would you like to join us? It’ll be awhile before your clothes are ready.”

“Yeah, sure!” Silver Screen replies enthusiastically in an over the top manner, that takes Button aback. “I mean…sure, why not?”

Walking Button to school was one of the most awkward fifteen minutes of Silver Screen’s life. All he could see was the accusatory stares coming from the colt’s eyes, like he somehow knows what’s going on between the Projectionist and his mother. Silver Screen put on his best smile, but Button wouldn’t let his guard drop. This little bit of awkwardness ended the moment they hit the Ponyville Schoolhouse, where the fillies and colts are playing before it’s time for class.

“Now, are you sure you have everything?” Milano asks.

“Yes, Mom. I have my lunch, my backpack, and my homework, which I did last night before I played my games.” He replies, almost annoyed that she had to ask.

“That’s my little colt.” she smiles, kissing Button on the forehead.

“Ack! Mom! Not in front of the girls!” he looks away, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry. You have a good day. I’ll be back to pick you up when school gets out.”

“Okay, Mom.” Button trots away towards the school.

Milano looks to Silver Screen, sighing in relief. She looks up into his multicolored eyes, the corners of her mouth forming into a beautiful smile. Silver Screen smiles back, her expression making his heart flutter.

“You know, I said I would clean the sheets.” she says.

“I know. But I figured I’d help out a little bit. Like you said, Button seems to be a hoof-full.”

“Well, thank you.” she says, gratefully. “So, how about that breakfast?”

“Sounds good to me.” Silver Screen says.

From a distance, Button watches the two walk away together. Something is up with them; he can feel it in his guts. The way they were looking at each other, there’s no WAY he’s an old friend from school. Before he could question this any further…

“Button! Hey, Button!” a familiar and friendly voice calls out to him.

Button turns to see Sweetie Belle, and her two friends, Applebloom and Scootaloo, trot up to him. He smiles at the purple maned pony, finding her the most beautiful filly he’s ever seen. Of course, he wouldn’t tell her, instead choosing to hang out with her as a friend until he eventually makes his move and confess.

“Hi, Sweetie Belle!” he says happily, “Scootaloo…Applebloom…” he acknowledges the other two. “What’s up?”

“We saw ya starin’ at yer mom and the projectionist.” Applebloom says, the last word catching Button’s attention. “Everythin’ okay?”

“What do you mean ‘Projectionist’? Isn’t he new in town?”

“Unless that’s his twin brother…nah.” replied Scootaloo, “He’s been a part of Ponyville as far as I can remember. He helps out at the Ponyville Cineplex. He’s a pretty cool dude.”

“What?!” Button’s nostrils flare, “Mom said he was an old friend from school!”

“Maybe he is.” assumed Sweetie Belle.

“No! She told me that he just moved into town, looking for a place to stay!”

“Ooooohhhhh…” the three fillies said in understanding.

“I knew there was something going on with them…and I’m going to find out!” Button exclaims with determination.

RRRRRINNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!! The school bell goes off.

“Time for class, my little ponies!” Cheerilee, the teacher of the Ponyville Schoolhouse, calls out.

“Oh…after class, though.” Button says, following the three fillies into the classroom for another day of boring lessons and to continue the epic battle of not falling asleep in class.

There are many restaurants in the town of Ponyville, but none are more popular in terms of breakfast, than the unstoppable franchise known as ITROT. While the words that spell out the acronym sound rather silly when one discovers what they are (Incredibly Terrifying Rampage Of Tastiness), nopony can deny that they serve the best breakfast that Equestria has to offer.

They have restaurants in Manehattan, Trottingham, Applewood, but this particular one in Ponyville is interesting, mainly because Silver Screen and Milano are currently looking at their menus, trying to decide what they want.

The two scan their menus, occasionally looking up at the other, to see if they are finished and waiting for them. After a while of what are no doubt a series of inner monologues about their breakfast choices, they are ready.

Lyra Heartstrings, a waitress at ITROT, comes up to them with a smile, holding the note pad up with her magic, ready to take their orders.

“Good morning you two.” she says, “May I take your order?”

Silver Screen gestures to Milano, allowing her to go first.

“I’ll have the cinnamon waffles, a fruit bowl, and a cup of fresh coffee.”

“You got it.” Lyra looks to Silver Screen, “And you?”

“I’ll have the buttermilk pancakes, a fruit bowl, and a glass of water.”

“Great.” she takes the menus from them, “It’ll only be a few moments.” She walks away, leaving the two to talk.

“You not a coffee pony?” Milano asks Silver Screen.

“Not really. Never got used to the taste. Strangely enough, I like coffee ice cream.” he chuckles, “Why? Is that bad?”

“No, not at all.” she assures him. She looks around the place, it’s a quiet morning for the usually bustling establishment. “I like coming here. It’s so quiet in the weekday mornings.”

“You should be here on lunch time. It can get quite nuts.”

“You have lunch here?”

“Every other day, when I’m on my break. They have the best Dandelion, Lettuce and Tomato sandwiches in Ponyville.” he chortles. She seconds the emotion. Things get a little quiet, as they try to figure out what to say next. “So…” Silver Screen lowers his voice, “Last night…”

“I had fun.” Milano interrupts, surprising Silver Screen. “Thank you for coming home with me.”

“No, thank YOU for letting me stay.” he smirks, “I wasn’t looking forward to walking home in the dark.”

“I um…” she blushes in embarrassment, “I have to be honest…I was kind of considering sending you home afterwards.”

“Oh…” Silver Screen replies, “What changed your mind?”

“A few things…” she glances back at him, her eyes showing a seductive expression. “It was before the…you know…fun. Then after…I couldn’t just let you go after something like that.”

“Was I…” he leans in, his voice getting quieter, “Was I really THAT good?”

“Nopony ever told you that?”

“Uh….no…not really, no.” he shrugs, “So I’m kind of shocked. I figured a mare like you…”

“Silver Screen…” she moves a hoof on top of his, staring at him with happy eyes, “Thank you. It’s been a while since…well…you get the idea. I know it’s embarrassing to admit.” she looks away from him, staring at the table.

“No, it isn’t. I completely understand. Um…so…” he thinks, “Is this…going to be a regular thing?” He sees her looking back, interested in his words; which he completely misunderstands as her being offended. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“What? No. I…I mean…maybe.” she considers it, “It’s possible. I…I enjoyed your company last night, and you seem like a nice stallion. I guess…I guess if you want this to be something…we should probably get to know each other a little bit, first.”

“Oh? Is that all?” Silver Screen says with an eyebrow raised. “Okay…well…” he breathes in for a massively long run on sentence with no commas whatsoever, “I don’t have many strong political or religious beliefs I live in an apartment close by the Cineplex I love mindless action movies with the occasional romantic comedy every now and again I am totally not a serial killer with any intentions of murdering you or anypony else in your life I also like puppies and long walks on the beach.”

He starts to breathe again, as Milano lets the information process.

“You like long walks on the beach?”

“I would...if I felt like walking on beaches. Figured that doing such a thing alone would be kind of sad. Probably more fun with a mare.” he smiles, “As for the serial killer thing…I was just joking.”

“So, you ARE a serial killer?”

“No! I mean, I was joking about that, but I was saying that to be funny. Everything else beforehoof made me sound boring, so I decided to spice it up a little.”

“Didn’t seem boring to me.”

Lyra comes walking back, plates of food floating in the air, along with their drinks. She carefully sets them down. Both Milano and Silver Screen look up at her with approving expressions, giving the waitress a smile, before she walks off to assist the other customers.

The two look down at their food. It looks quite delicious.

“How about you?” Silver Screen asks, “Tell me about yourself.”

“What else is there to tell? I’m a thirty year old single mother, who spends her days either cooking and cleaning, or working at the Ponyville Bank. I have quite a few friends who do nothing but gossip like a bunch of housemares, and I have a tendency to kill anypony I don’t like.”

“Really?”

“That was a joke.”

“Oh. That’s a shame; that would have been cool. Would have given me cause to not tick you off.”

“Don’t worry, if you tick me off, I WILL kill you.” she says with seriousness, stopping him from eating. Her serious look turns into a giggle, “I’m kidding.”

“I think just in case, I’ll be sure to keep you smiling.” He laughs, taking a bite out of his food.

“You know, I don’t think you told me how old you are.”

“Really? I’m twenty seven.”

“You’re younger than me, huh? Are you sure you’d want to be hanging around with an old mare like myself?”

“Hey, you are NOT old. You might be older, but not old. You're nowhere NEAR the age to be considered old. Besides, thirty is an awesome age.”

“Awesome? Why is that?”

“Because…” he studies her, “It’s the age in a mare’s life where they have hit absolute perfection. Where there is nothing else left in their developmental cycle and all that’s there is…” he gestures to her face, “…true beauty.”

“Wow…” she looks on, seemingly impressed. Then, she breaks out laughing, much to the shock of Silver Screen. “That is REALLY cheesy.” she continues to laugh. “How long did it take you to write that?”

“I..um…just made it up on the spot.” he looks down with a reddened face, almost embarrassed he said that, “I take it that it didn’t work out too well.”

“I mean, there’s cheesy, and there’s REALLY cheesy. Are you sure you didn’t get that from a book?”

“No..I…did not.” Silver Screen says quietly, using a fork to play around with the fruit in his bowl.

“You did say I was beautiful, though. So, you get points there…”

“But that’s not really what I was saying. I wasn’t saying that you are beautiful…” he gets a little defensive, “I was saying that you are perfect.”

The last word makes Milano’s heart jump up. She stops with her laughing, and stares with wide eyes, swallowing her food down hard in surprise at his tone. He really meant it, and she laughed in his face.

“Wait. You…you’re serious?” she asks.

“Yeah.” he shrugs, “I am…think you’re perfect. There’s…nothing about you I DON’T like. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re sweet and kind, not to mention that you seem like a loving mother to Button…”

Slowly, Milano ceases eating her food, getting up from her seat, and moving to Silver Screen’s side of the table. Silver Screen doesn’t notice, as he continues to go on about her.

“I know that what I’m saying sounds like I’m rushing into things; we’ve only known each other for all of eight hours, but…”

Suddenly, she hops up on the seat, getting closer to him. She grabs him, and brings him in for a passionate kiss, catching the attention of everypony in the establishment, much like their kiss in the bar last night. She separates her lips from his, putting her hooves on his cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” she says softly, “You were being sweet, and I laughed at you.”

“No, you were right. It was rather cheesy. I told you; I should really think about what comes out of my mouth, sometimes.”

“To be fair, nopony has ever said something like that to me before.”

“Not even your Ex? I find that hard to believe.”

“Beautiful? Sure. Perfect? Never.”

“Damn, I’m beginning to hate that guy more and more.” he laughs. He looks behind Milano to see the patrons and waitresses go back to work, pretending like they didn’t see anything. “We should…um…get back to eating.”

Milano looks back, seeing the tail end of everypony looking away and going about their business. She chuckles, as her cheeks turn into a light shade of red.

“That’s probably best.” she nods. An idea flashes through her brain, “How much longer till you have before you go to work?” she asks.

“I don’t have to start getting ready for another hour and a half. You?”

“About an hour.” she licks her lips, “We have to be quick.”

They stare into each other's eyes for what feels like ages. It takes awhile for Silver Screen to realize just what she is talking about. His eyes widen as his heart skips a few beats. Slowly, his mouth forms into a more than ready smirk.

“Yeah…” he responds, “We do.”

Milano and Silver Screen land hard on top of her now newly sheeted bed, lips locked in a bout of passion and ecstasy. Their hooves travel along each other’s body, breathing heavily and loudly. With Button not at home, they can be as rough and as loud as they want. Silver Screen moves his head downwards. Kissing the side of Milano’s neck vigorously, she gasps in pleasure, feeling him licking and sucking on her fur with no self-control whatsoever.

“You’re really going for it.” Milano gasps, biting her lip, feeling Silver Screen’s back seductively.

“You said to be quick. I’m doing my best.” He smiles, starting to move down to her already wet slit.

“No.” she stops him, “No time for that.” She pushes him off of her, making him fall on his rump. She flips herself, setting her stomach on the mattress, and her lovely and luscious plot sticking upwards, presenting her dripping wet sex before him. “Just get to the main event.”

It takes all of two nanoseconds for Silver Screen’s member to get harder than the strongest metals in all of Equestria. He moves forward, looming over her as he positions his member against her entrance, playfully teasing her, as he rubs the tip against it.

“Stop teasing…” she moans, “Just do it.”

“As you wish.” Silver Screen smiles.

With all his force, he makes a powerful thrust into her. The sensation of pain returns to her, causing her to scream in pleasure. With nopony else in the house, there is no need to cover any mouths. Her tight inner walls make Silver Screen grunt, gritting his teeth at this wonderful feeling of being inside her.

“Hard…” she whispers, “Do it hard.”

He obeys her command, immediately pounding into her hard and fast. She moans and yells as he viscerally thrusts his shaft inside of her. Her walls clenching down on him, refusing to let him leave, even if he finishes. She may want him to go faster, but she definitely wants him to stay.

Milano shoves her head into the pillow, attempting to muffle her screams, but they are coming out loudly and clearly for Silver Screen to hear. He uses this as a cue to go even faster, as she starts to shout at him, moving her hips to coincide with his thrusts.

“Harder!” she demands of him.

He does so. His grunts become as loud as her screams; their motions working in tandem with one another into a perfect storm of fast, sweaty and all around rough sex.

It’s this case of them giving in to their primal desires that cause them to begin approaching their climaxes much sooner than it was last night. Silver Screen can feel the pressure building up inside of him, and Milano doesn’t know how much longer she can take of this, before unleashing herself onto him.

“I….I can’t…” she says in-between his thrusts, “I can’t take anymore! I’m gonna….I’M GONNA……!!! AHHH!!!”

She screams and screams, and he yells out in a bout of uncontrollable pleasure, as one final thrust is all it takes.

He explodes what feels to her like a geyser of hot seed inside of her, as she coats his shaft with a bevy of orgasmic juices. He fills her up to the brim, as she feels the warm sensation inside her belly, moaning with satisfaction. Beads of sweat drip down from their faces, dampening the pillows, and their juices soaking the bed once again.

Silver Screen collapses on top of her, his face buried in the pillow next to her. She turns her head to him, giggling at the sight of his horn piercing the top of the pillow. She kisses him softly on the cheek, and he turns his gaze to her.

“Was that fast enough for you?” he asks with a satisfactory grin. She giggles in response, following it up with a nod.

Moments pass, when Milano and Silver Screen are startled by the sounds of furious pounding on the front door downstairs. Voices that they are familiar with scream out Milano’s name with worry. Silver Screen gets off of Milano, as she trots downstairs to the door.

Opening it up just a crack, she sees the worried faces of Mr. and Mrs. Cake, concerned about her well-being.

“Mr. and Mrs. Cake?” Milano wonders, “Is everything okay?”

“Oh, Milano! Thank goodness!” Mrs. Cake sighs in relief, “We heard screaming and sounds of a struggle going on in your house! We were afraid something was happening to you!”

“No. I’m perfectly fine…” Milano opens the door up further, revealing Silver Screen, giving them a friendly wave. “…as you can see.”

The Cakes inspect their appearances, disheveled manes, and small beads of sweat going down their brows. It became all too clear what was really going on. The Cakes simultaneously blush out of sheer embarrassment.

“Oh my.” Mr. Cake said, having a sudden case of the vapors, “I think we made a terrible mistake.”

“Yes, you’re quite right.” Mrs. Cake nods, looking back at Milano. “Terribly sorry, we were this close to calling the police.”

“It’s okay.” Milano laughs it off, “We all make mistakes. We’re fine, thank you for your concern.”

“You’re welcome. If you need us to come over again…” Mr. Cake speaks, before getting elbowed by Mrs. Cake, giving him an annoyed glare. “I mean…uh…have a good day.”

“You too.” Milano smirks, closing the door. Mr. Cake moves his head in tandem with the door, hoping to get a peek at Celestia knows what.

Once the door is finally closed, both Milano and Silver Screen can hear the sounds of trotting away, and bickering from the bakers of Sugar Cube Corner. Milano’s cheeks redden, as she looks over at Silver Screen, trying his best to stifle a laugh.

“First we were quiet…then we were too loud.” Silver Screen chuckles, “I think we need to find some sort of happy medium.”

“I thought for sure that the house was practically soundproof. Now I feel sorry for the neighbors every time Button rages out on a video game.”

“My apartment is soundproof. I watch pretty loud movies there, and I haven’t gotten any complaints. That, or my neighbors are deaf.”

“Hmmm…” Milano considers the possibility, “That sounds tempting…” she slyly smiles, before her eyes glance over at the clock. She only has a half hour before work. “Shoot. I have to get ready for work.”

“Aw…” Silver Screen sees the clock as well, disappointed, “That’s a shame.” He walks closer to Milano, “When can I see you again?”

“Um…” Milano thinks, “I'm free this weekend.”

“Any chance of that being sooner?”

“My Ex is coming to pick up Button for the weekend. When he’s gone, we’ll have two whole days for ourselves.”

“Fantastic.” Silver Screen smiles, “I’ll see you then.”

He leans down for a soft kiss. Milano moans upon contact, delicately moving her tounge inside his mouth, turning what was supposed to be a goodbye kiss, into a deeply erotic one. She puts her forelegs around him, holding him for a tight embace, as the kiss becomes rough.

“Oh, I don’t want you to leave!” Milano says with disappointment in-between the heavy breathing.

“Me neither.” he responds.

They separate, almost reluctantly from each other. After a couple moments of brushing themselves off, with Silver Screen trying his best to straighten out his messy mane, they simply give one another a nod and a wave, before Silver Screen leaves with not a word, but a smile, knowing that they will see each other again fairly soon.

When the door closes, leaving Milano all alone, she swoons at the thought of him. As her mind swirls with the experiences of last night, and five minutes ago, she soon shakes it off, expressing an emotion of confusion and wonderment.

“What the hell are you doing, Milano?” she thinks to herself, “You can’t seriously be falling for this guy after only nine hours of knowing him!” She smirks, thinking “Well…maybe I am.” She goes back to an annoyed look, “Come on! You got divorced like 2 months ago! With him, it took you like a few months before you fell in love. What makes this stallion so different?!” Her expression turns back into one of swooning and romance, “I don’t know…there’s something….” she sighs, “It’s those weird ass eyes, isn’t it?” she looks offended, “Hey! They are NOT weird! Hold on. Am I seriously having a fight with myself? Keep it together, Milano.” She shakes her head rapidly, walking off to get ready for work.

Button sits in class, listening to Cheerilee talk about the history of events such as The Grand Galloping Gala. While other students, such as Sweetie Belle, take notes, Button draws pictures of fighters from his favorite game of all time; Super Equestrian Fighter II Turbo Edition, on his note book. He cannot wait to go back home, and play that game for hours on end, so he can unlock the greatest fighter of them all…Pouncing Bison.

His enthusiasm is cut short, when he glances out the window to see Silver Screen, trotting along Ponyville, greeting those who say hello to him. Button glares at the sight of the happy stallion, knowing that there is something going on between him and his mother.

“I know your secret, Mr. Projectionist…” Button seethes, “You cannot hide it from me. Try to take my mom away from dad, will you? Well, you do not know the cunning, and genius...of BUTTON MASH! I don’t know when, and I don’t know how…but I WILL! DESTROY! YOUUUUUUUUUUUU----“

“BUTTON?!” Cheerilee, cries out.

Button stops his tirade of revenge, realizing that he is standing on the desk, pointing a hoof at the window, where Silver Screen has come and gone, no doubt headed for his job at the Ponyville Cineplex. Button looks around at all the fillies and colts staring at him; some with confusion, others with panic stricken terror.

“I know your little world is probably more exciting than my history lesson, but could you please TRY and act like you’re paying attention?”

Button immediately sits back down on his chair, looking at the teacher with innocent eyes.

“Yes, Ms. Cheerilee…sorry.”

“Good.” She smiles, “Now then…”

As she continues on, the students who were staring at him look back at the teacher, listening intently to her lesson. Button looks back out the window, catching another glimpse of Silver Screen, now far away, but noticeable. His eyes light up with the fire of a thousand suns.

“I WILL DESTROY YOU!!!!” he screams.

“BUTTON MASH!” Cheerilee yells.

“Sorry…” he says quietly. He looks back at the window, “Destroy….” he whispers with evil intentions.