The New Colt

by SwiftBolt

Chapter 6: The Finale

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The Finale

“DIE WEIRD GREEN PICKLE THINGS, DIE!” Sweetie Belle screamed, furiously slamming the controller in her hooves in every direction.

“Sweetie Belle,” Button whispered. “Please calm down, you’re going to break the controller.”


“But Sweetie Belle, they were only diamonds.”


“That’s actually impossible. You see, all the mobs are constantly spawning. That means that for every creeper that you kill, several more will spawn.”


“Sweetie Belle, it’s almost night.”


“You don’t mine at night, that’s when all the monsters come out. You’ll never survive more than a second down there.”


“It probably will.”


Several explosion followed the filly’s excited scream. “See, you’re dead,” Butted pointed towards the screen.

“I’m not dead yet,” Sweetie Belle said, squinting at the television. “I still have half a heart.”

“Look out for that spider jockey!” Button warned Sweetie Belle. The warning came too late, a skeleton appeared riding on top of a spider. An arrow flew into Sweetie Belles face and the screen went red. Sweetie Belle’s eye twitched violently, while her body remained motionless. “Sweetie Belle?” Button asked. “Are you alright?”

“Am I okay?” Sweetie Belle whispered. Her mane sprung out in every direction, to the point at which it resembled that of a certain pink pony. Her body violently shook as it turned to face the terrified brown colt beside her. “I’m so furious i could just… just… SCREAM!”

Sweetie Belle sat furiously looking onto the screen, mumbling to herself. She pressed her nose against the words 'respawn' as they appeared in front of her.

“C-could I do something real quick with the controller?” Button asked, extending his hoof. Sweetie Belle furiously tossed the controller onto Button’s hoof. She crossed her arms and began to mumble to herself again. “If I just… then I just move the… and… volia!”

Button set down the controller by the angered filly and gestured for her to play again. Sweetie Belle looked up at the screen again, this time with a face of confusion. “Where did the health bar go?” She asked.

“Well, you were just playing survival and this is creative. It’s a game mode where you essentially are using cheat codes.”

“But I don’t want to cheat.”

“It isn’t cheating, this mode is just mainly used to for building anything and everything.”

“What’s so different about it?”

“When you press down this button you see all the blocks in the game, instead of your inventory.”

“What’s so fun about that?”

“You can have all the diamonds you want and you can kill every creeper.”


“Yea just pick up the controller and start to play.”

“Okay, you’ve convinced me,” Sweetie belle admitted, picking the controller back up with her hooves. “Wait a minute, didn’t you say we could play his together?”

“Well, we could...” Button trailed off.


“But you’re playing on a console and the only other version I have is on another gaming device and MineCraft isn’t cross-console compatible. That means that you can play together on different gaming devices.”

“This other device being that JoyBoy.”

“No, a different gaming device.”

“Another one, how many do you have?”

“Just those three.”

“So if you weren’t playing with me that entire time, what were you doing that when I was mining for diamonds?”

“Well I was… deep within my own thoughts. Yea, that’s it.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“Oh, you know, video games and stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Just stuff, unimportant stuff.”

“What kind of unimportant stuff?”

“Umm… Dinner! That’s it, I was hungry.”

Sweetie Belle’s stomach released a growl. “I could go for some dinner myself,” She said.

“Alright, what were you thinking?”

“Oh, you know what kind of food I want,” Sweetie Belle licked her lips. She moved her face ever closer to Button’s, only leaving enough room for a single breath.

“Hayburgers?” Button asked

“Yea,” Sweetie Belle laughed nervously, pulling her body away from Button. “That’s exactly what I was thinking, hayburgers. That’s always a good meal after committing some genocide.”

“I’ll go put a order in with the ‘chef’, be right back,” Button said, trotting off into the kitchen.

“Stupid colt, wouldn’t even see the perfect filly if she landed on top of him,” Sweetie Belle mumbled under her breath. “Hey, that gives me an idea.”

“Hey Sweetie Belle, anything else you want besides a hayburger?” Button asked from the kitchen. An awkward silence hung in the air. “Sweetie Belle?” Button repeated. He stuck his head out of the doorway and observed the room before him. A playerless controller sat where there was once a young Sweetie Belle, the television continuing to pour out music into the empty room.

“Sweetie Belle, where did you go?” Button asked, walking in to the room. A sudden wave of cold rushed over Button, making him shiver. “And why is it so cold in here all of a sudden?”

“Here I come!” She cried, releasing her grip on the rafters above the colt. A large crashing sound rang throughout the Mash household.

“Ow,” Button wheezed. “I think you broke everything… again.”

“Calm down Button,” Sweetie Belle springed upright. “It was only a joke.”

“A joke that may have caused me a couple broken bones.” Button gasped, laying on his side. “Why did you do that anyway?”

“Oh, I was just thinking that the best way to knock some sense into you was to literally knock some sense into you.”

“That doesn’t make any sense, why would I need to have sense knocked into me?” Button asked, struggling to get back up on all four hooves.

“Because… you’re blind!” Sweetie Belle screamed, knocking Button back onto the floor. “You can’t even see what’s right in front of you!”

“What do you mean, the only thing in front of me is you and the television is slightly off to my side.”

“Button,” Sweetie Belle sighed. “Just nevermind, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Sweetie Belle walked towards the door, facing the ground. She stepped a hoof onto the dirt outside before looking back to Button. He had his head tilted in confusion. His cute, little amber eyes seemed to stare into her as she quickly turned away from him and ran off. “Bye… I guess,” Button spoke in a depressed tone. He collapsed onto the ground next to the television, letting the calming music flow into his ears.

“Hey Button?” a voice spoke from the kitchen. “What was that crashing sound, did you two break something in there?”

“Sweetie Belle just left,” Button said.

“What do you mean sweetheart?”

“I mean she ran out of the house.”

“What?” His mother screamed. “Button, would you be a dear and please go and fetch her?”

“Why should I?”

“Because I asked you so nicely.”

“I don’t think she’s in the mood to talk right now.”

“Go and get Sweetie Belle, or no video games for a month.”

“But… alright.”

The wind blew through Button’s mane, standing it up on end and spinning the propeller on his hat. It pushed hard against him as he tried to walk in the direction Sweetie Belle had taken off. It only seemed to grow stronger as Button got closer to the lake. The lake itself sat almost outside of Ponyville. The oval shaped body of water was almost isolated from the rest of the civilized world, only a dirt path leading back into the town. It seemed like the perfect place for a small party or the perfect place to go when you want to just be by yourself.

Sweetie Belle sat on the edge, looking down into the water below. She let the water roll up underneath her hooves and roll back down again. She breathed in the cold air around the pond, letting it run back out of her lungs. “Hey Sweetie Belle,” Button approached from behind her.

“Oh… hey Button,” she sighed, dipping her hoof into the water. She swirled it around, sending ripples into their reflections and making them fade into the deep blue of the water.

“Is something wrong?” Button asked, placing a hoof onto her foreleg. She shook his hoof off of her almost as quickly as it had been put on and turned to face away from Button.

“No Button, nothing is wrong,” She spoke quietly.

“Well then, why do you seem so upset?”

“I’m not upset, I just want to be left alone right now. I need some time to think.”

“Do you really mean right now, or are you done with me?”

“What does that mean?” Sweetie Belle asked turning herself to face Button. He stared down, his hooves pressed hard against the ground. His amber eyes were starting to gain water.

“It means I understand if you don’t want to be my friend anymore.”

“Why would I not want to be your friend anymore?”

“Because I’m just a dumb, worthless colt who spends too much time playing video games. That’s why you ran off, wasn’t it?”

Sweetie Belle placed her hoof onto Button’s chin, raising it up. His eyes locked onto to green ones in front of him. “No, that not why at all. You may be a dumb colt who spends too long on video games, but I called you blind because you couldn’t see that I wanted you to be my dumb colt who spends too much time on video games,” Sweetie Belle squeaked.

“What does that mean?”

“It means I think your cute, really cute.”

Button’s eyes opened wide and his cheeks began to blush at the comment directed towards him. He froze solid on the spot, the water splashing against him. Out of all the things Button had been called in his life, ‘cute’ was not one of them. His mind began to play images and old memories of the teasing Button suffered through at his old schools. He remembered the names that other ponies use to call him. He remembered that the only time he was happy was when he left. But not in Ponyville, not with Sweetie Belle. Any self-loathing seemed to fade when Button looked into Sweetie Belle’s eyes.

The vortexes of green that were held within her head seemed to draw Button into them. The calming nature of her eyes sent Button into a place of peace and relaxation. The whole world seemed to melt away when he looked into her. The initial shock from the comment was faded by the squeaks of the filly who had given it. “Hey Button?” Sweetie Belle spoke. “Are you alright, you seemed to kind of stare off into space for a second there.”

“Yea, I’m fine,” Button whispered. “But I have a question.”


“Why?” he said. “Why do you think I’m cute?”

“...I don’t think anypony really has a reason for calling another pony cute. I guess it’s just a feeling you get.”

“A feeling, like when you have a crush?”

“Well… just because somepony thinks you’re cute doesn’t mean they have a crush on you. At least not always. Like would be saying that your mother has a-”

“Sweetie Belle, do you have a crush?”

“Well...umm,” Sweetie Belle blushed. “How about we start heading back to town?”

“Actually, could we stay here a bit longer?” Button said, placing a hoof onto the retreating filly.


“I don’t know, it just seems so peaceful and relaxing.”

“It’s alright with me,” Sweetie Belle said, leaning up against Button. The warmth emanating from Sweetie Belle made Button feel cozy, despite the wind blowing hard against the pair of foals. They sat staring into the deep blue pond below. Their reflections faded as the waves began to flow again. Button tilted his head and let it rest on top of Sweetie Belle’s. A small sigh of pleasure escaped him. The waves of the water beneath them settled, as did the wind. The foals sat leaning against each other in perfect silence, only the sound of their breathing breaking it.

Sweetie Belle’s mane felt soft along the side of Button’s head, almost like a blanket was being pushed against him. “Hey, you know Sweetie Belle,” Button broke the silence.

“Yea?” She whispered back.

“I think you’re pretty cute as well.”

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