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"What happened?"
Yeah. Still open.
"Wh-what's wrong?!" Narrowleaf asked.
Narrowleaf ran over and turned back into a pony. "Sorry. What's up, guys?"
"Aww.. Alright." Narrowleaf dashed off, running around in Brisk's mind. (Internet's being dumb again. Going to go fix it.)
"Don't worry! All you have to do is hang on tight." He replied.
"C'mon, it'll be fun!" Narrowleaf said, getting as low to the ground as he could. "This will probably be your only chance..."
"Would you like a ride?" Narrowleaf asked.
"You three are all fly- oh wait." Narrowleaf used his magic, causing a large tree to shoot up from the ground he was standing on. "That's better."
"I'll just keep calling you Brisk then... I just got the greatest idea ever." Narrowleaf transformed into his timberwerewolf form. "Well... I...
"Okay. What should I call you now?" He asked.
(I'm from Minnesota. Lucky me with this evil weather.) "Okay Brisk or whoever you are... I'm confused. Who's who?" Narrowleaf asked.
"What was that!?" Narrowleaf asked. "Say it again, Bolt."
"Do you two know if you share a soul? I could always give you mine." Narrowleaf said.
"Oh. That's a bit... depressing." Narrowleaf said.
"Look... if it makes you feel any better, I don't care." Narrowleaf said. "You're still beautiful to me."
"No. I am. I killed about... 76 ponies." Narrowleaf responded.
"Okay." Narrowleaf said, neutral expression on his face.
Narrowleaf's jaw dropped, fangs showing. "Wh-what are you?"
"I know... but that..." Narrowleaf took a deep breath. "Okay. I'm better. Sorry."
