The Fallen Soldier

SHORT CHAPTER NUM1

Knock knock

(The reader) who's there?

Mustache

(The reader) mustache who?

Mustache you to go read the story now! Stop lollygagging!

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"Anderson." You looked up from the bits and pieces on the table.

"Yeah Twilight?"

"Didn't I say no guns on the kitchen table?" She crossed her arms and tapped her feet against the floor.

"I'll get them off in a bit, I'm just doing some maintenance." You grab the required pieces and begin placing your SAS-24 back together.

"There's a table in your guest room, use it to do your maintenance." She walked past you and opened the cabinets.

"Sorry, I was already in the kitchen, so I just went ahead and did it here." You pull back the slide, check the gun for any problems, then slide a loaded magazine inside.

"So." Twilight began, whilst pulling a bag from the cabinet.

"Hmm?" You hummed back, as you slid the handgun into its holster.

"I finally got that letter from the princesses, you know? The one on your employment." She reached in her bag and pulled a cookie.

"What wonderful mail service! And it only took 4 weeks! Back home, people would have KILLED to get this kinda service! I mean, who needs lightning fast emails!"

"Smart ass." Twilight spoke through her mouth full of cookies.

"Hey, at least my ass is smart." You reply.

"What does that make mine? Stupid?" She turned to put her cookies away.

"No." You say, while stepping backwards. "It's good looking!" You say the last part as cheerily as possible.

She freezes up, then quickly turns around, her face violet red, and her hands covering her buttocks. "Anderson!" She shouts.

"What?" You casually ask, as if you never complemented her butt.

"You!. . . So not cool Anderson, so not cool." She puts on a very serious expression.

"Hehe, it's all fun and games. If it makes you feel any better, I'll let you compliment mine!" You turn your body, showing off your armored buttocks.

"Nope." She deadpans, then quickly leaves the room.

"Hey! Come on! Don't be a party pooper!" You shout after her.

You get no response, but a moment later, someone shouts.

"Will you two be quiet! I'm trying to sleep!" It came from upstairs, and it was a males voice, so it was obviously Spike.

"Sorry little dude!" You shout back.

You hear a loud grumble, then it got quiet. Then there was another grumble, it was your stomach.

You peeked into the Library, Twilight was reading a book, you tiptoed towards the cabinets and opened them. You searched around a bit, then you found your goal. You reached your hand in, and tried to avoid pushing against the bag as much as possible. Then, just as slowly, you pulled your hand out and admired your prize.

Or, aka, Twilight's secret cookie stash.

And then you helped yourself to the prize.

Author's Notes:

Alright, so this is just a small chapter. I haven't really been writing, and I really don't have the next chapter actully planned out.

So instead of making you guys wait another 12 days, I figured id just write a tiny chapter.

How many of you think Anderson should be more serious?