If you’re friends with someone long enough, certain traditions will create themselves. It doesn’t matter who you are, where you are, or what you like. They’ll come.

Dinky Hooves and Pipsqueak were no different. Having known each other nearly as long as either could remember (which admittedly wasn’t long), They had plenty of time to let their private rituals flourish. Perhaps none was more sacred - or more disorganized - than who got the bed at a sleepover. While most foals had a set stance on who got to sleep where depending on who was hosting it, Pip and Dinky had a rather unorthodox method of solving that dilemma:

They fought for it.

Oh, they didn’t fight themselves of course. No, they had champions. Both had a small force of action figures, dolls, plushies, and other toys they would bring along, and they would duel it out. This could go on for one or two rounds, to several hours worth of rematches and tournament-style ranking fights, depending on how tired they were (or if their moms heard them).

Tonight was shaping up to be a fierce war. Pip had already brought out his big guns, and Dinky had to weigh her options. She didn’t have much time to plan before heading over, basically grabbing whoever she could stuff in her bag. She was regretting not grabbing Optimus now…

”… Come on, a gunstick could totally cut through ceramite! You saw what it did to the cybermen!”
“Space Marines face way heavier fire than just a laser! Lasers are nothing to him!”
“Yeah but Dalek lasers are really powerful.”
“They can be blocked by a trashcan!”
“No they can’t!”
“Yes they can!”
“No they-”

A threatening pounding on the stairs shut the debate down, and the two combatants dove for the lights. Perhaps they could call it a draw, just this once…

A quick personal pic just because the past few days have been insanely hectic, and because I really wanted to do something with Pipsqueak lately.

I don’t know why this turned out so grainy. Something in the scene made my computer very upset, and I have no idea why. All I know is, this is the result of this:

You’d think after that it would turn out a little prettier.