Hey, everyone! Guess what?

I'm big again! [Confetti flies from the sides of the scroll, to the sound of air horns.]

Yeeeeeah, being a filly's cool and all, but I like being this age WAY better! I've got my cutie mark, and I can throw parties whenever I want, and I actually remember who all of you are!

Anyway, y'know how I kinda-sorta brought Nemo back to life a little while ago? I was thinking about what he said, with the Pale Pony having all kinds of different names and stuff, and I had an idea! We should give her a new name! 'Cause she sounds like a really really biiiiiiig meaniehead, and Pale Pony's a really really cool name! And sorta scary! So if we give her a different name and make it a funny one, we can all just laugh at her instead and she won't be cool anymore!

So, does anyone have any ideas? I'll start! How abouuuuuuut...Gypsum A la Nastier? Chalk Bottom? Salt Peter?

[When the scroll's video feed opens, at first, it looks as though nothing is there. That lasts up until the point at which a tiny purple snake slithers into view from the top of the feed, his little tongue flicking in and out of his mouth in annoyance. As he slithers more into view, it also becomes evident that he has a tiny pair of skeletal black wings. He's peering into the scroll curiously.]

Can't say I ever thought hell was going to be like this.

[Somepony's nosing a scroll open, gradually, jerkily... and then placing a hoof on what of it's uncovered and rolling the rest open drawing their head back as if expecting something to leap off the surface and bite them.

It's a unicorn - young stallion, or older colt, pale yellow coat and rusty mane, eyes very huge as something dons on him just as the scroll rolls past the just-open point and goes bouncing a foot or two on its own momentum. Sharp, mostly-breath "Nngh!" whinny as he goes to catch it, plants one hoof on a top corner and one on a bottom corner and straightens it out.

Eyes are huge and blank and ears are pulled defensively back as he goes blinking over it.]

What -- ...

Who are - you...? [Voice is on the high side, no disguising that, but held at a forcibly-steady if breathy near-monotone.]

Where -- [Head begins angling and tilting in the pause, giving the scroll another floating once-over] -- And where did you come from - ?

[Who can tell exactly how he means that question or to who he thinks he's talking - it seems a prudent wonder to have in some sense.]

[Well, that was bad. Bad bad bad bad bad--and now she had to go away. She talked and nopony was safe. Oooooh oooooh---

On the entrance of Honeycomb's cave - and also on the network - is a single message.

OUT TO LUNCH

There is no sign of Honeycomb otherwise, neither hair nor hide.]

[She had woken up to the sun and birds chirping as usual, but...suddenly she was not small anymore. She was back to her normal size, Amaryllis and Daisy snoozing beside her. Somehow though, as she remembered the past week, she still felt small.

Last week was insane. This was not an opinion, this was a fact to her. She hadn't realized how much she had driven that part of her into hiding growing up, but she just wanted it to go away now. It wasn't knowing that her father had pas-okay, knowing his passing had been not long after that age was part of it. What was bothering her more was how that child had been, being so adamant about leaving her family, her life, forging another destiny. It made her a bit sick to think about it. So she didn't. She did feel ashamed, however.

For now though, she needed to talk to some people, reintroduce herself to those she had met as a filly, hope they weren't put off by her. So there's a flustered looking pony on the feed now. For some of the ponies, she'd look familiar to a small filly they might have met with a giant bow in her hair. To others that knew her, she'd seemed...more withdrawn than usual.]

...Well, last week certainly was somethin'. Ah hope everypony's okay.

Um, cause Ah met a few of you as a filly, Ah should probably reintroduce myself. Ah'm Nephenee...Ah was a little filly last week, big bow in my hair. Just...wanted to apologize for anything Ah might have done or said. Bit of a brat back then...

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