![]() Unfortunately, the soft surface provided little traction for your feet, and you only just made it to the edge as the pancake slammed down on top of you, sealing you under its heavy weight. You didn’t even have time to scream as it came down, your hands held up as if that might be able to hold it off, even as you ran towards the edge of the pancake you were on. It was only a few seconds too late when you realized what that meant for you, as the discus of fluffy bread flew towards you, suddenly blocking out the light from the nearby window. A set of spatulas then levitated over held in his blue magical grip, pressing down on the top of some of the other pancakes, and then flipping them over, before finally tossing them into the air. That thought was confirmed as the unicorn turned to the side, giving you a view of the skillet and tubs in front of him, a pitcher of batter pouring more of its contents onto the skillet with a hissing sound, as a knife covered in butter came down onto one of the almost done pancakes beside it. It was a pancake, a slowly growing stack of the things, which Shining was apparently making. Brown top and bottom, with white edge from the side, and smelling sweet and buttery. The profile of it was a circle, with irregular edges, and it seemed to sail through the sky in slow motion, before finally flopping down onto one of the circles next to you, bouncing a little as it settled into place, and you finally placed the shape in your mind. Then suddenly, he tossed something over his shoulder, a huge shape sailing over his body, flipping end over end. His horn was glowing right now as he swung his butt with the tune he was humming, his tail whipping from side to side. ![]() It was Shining Armor, a unicorn with white coat, blue mane, and a cutie mark of shield on his flank. The other thing about it was that you recognized it. For one thing, the creature was a quadruped, despite your ears telling you it was the source of the show tune you were hearing, a humming tune now rather than singing the words. Of course, the details were very interesting in and of themselves, regardless of the size. Looking towards the source of the sound, you found your eyes staring at something impossible, as you slowly made out a shape that swayed from side to side, its body huge beyond measure, so large that it should be impossible to your mind that it should be moving, especially as organically as it was. “Somepony’s in the kitchen with Shiny, somepony’s in the kitchen I know-oh-oh-oh,” came a loud voice, echoing over the space, and you squinted to see the blurry details beyond the edge of the plateau you were on. Beside you were some similar looking circles of brown, on what looked like ceramic holders, and looking down the edge of your own, you spotted a similar one beneath your’s. Beyond that the thing just seemed to drop away into nothingness, and so you turned your attention closer. Beyond the flat top was a much larger area, the size of a whole city block, stretching away into the distance, but dotted with odd things like large glass statues which appeared to be full of various grains, as well as a few tubs you couldn’t see inside from this angle. The first thing you noticed as you looked around was a broad, flat area, the size of a house, with a light brown coloring, and a sweet smell coming from it. This time you only bounced, rather than were thrown, and so came to a rest on the soft, and surprisingly warm surface, the ground conforming around your body and letting you collect yourself. It in fact gave under your impact, dimpling where you hit, before popping back into shape, tossing you lightly into the air, but only a few feet, before you came back down again. Luckily, you weren’t too far above the ground, and even more luckily, the ground wasn’t firm and hard like concrete, but was in fact soft like a bed. You stomach does vaults as you fall, flipping end over end, a world resolving out of the void you’d been floating in, but blurred to unrecognizability due to your descent. Of course, just like the Coyote, gravity soon rears its ugly head, as you suddenly feel that down is now a direction, one that draws you towards it swiftly, your body dropping out of the sky. When it finishes, the floor vanishes beneath your feet, leaving you suspended in midair for a moment, like you were the Coyote in an old Road Runner cartoon. ![]() “Well, we’ll see,” and a snapping finger echoes over you.
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