Mister=Misanthropy [Purple one] Pris/Papa= Pristine Apple [Orange one]
 
“🎶You-  
You make me feel like I’m going crazy  
So, I was hoping you could tell me maybe-  
What’s going on?”
 
Mister: Papa, let’s play Big Words/Mean Words.  
Pris: It’s funnier when it’s whispered in public, but sure.
 
Mister: Dimly Brownhock, the jock guy. His clothes?  
Pris: Pauperising. His hair?  
Mister: Unprepossessing. His voice?  
Pris: Raucous. His personality?  
Mister: Churlish.
 
Pris: Hmmmm ok. Mrs. Cheerilee. Her clothes?  
Mister: Pedestrian. Her hair?  
Pris: Abhorrent. Her voice?  
Mister: Titilating~!  
Pris: [frowns] Titillating isn’t a “mean word”  
Mister: Well, I like Mrs. Cheerilee. She’s my type of lady~  
Pris: A married mom of two?  
Mister: Yaaaassssss mommy%%%%  
Pris: Urgh. You’re disgusting.  
Mister: Any day now, she’ll leave her husband for me. At least for one night~!  
Pris: Yah? While we’re in La-la Land, can I lose the periods? I don’t plan on having children.  
Mister: Hardy har! And no, you may not. And when you’re mommy age, you can have menopause.  
Pris: Stop saying mommy, and great…the future looks bright.  
Mister: I wanna get a big ol’ beer belly when I’m older. Like the wise professor kind, not the sad alcoholic type.  
Pris: Brothel whore.  
Mister: Apple farmer.  
Pris: Below the belt, Mister.  
Mister: Don’t dish what you can’t serve!
 
Pris snorts as Mister breaks out into his signature cackling. The two lay there and listen as Pristine’s phone plays.
 
“🎼So-  
Wanna get some coffee?  
Talk about it?  
…Not particually🎶[
 
Pris: …Am I Asexual or are you just a hypersexual Bi stallion?  
Mister: [rolls over on his stomach] I always thought it was Bisexual, but I think Pansexual suits me more! And maybe you are…maybe you just need to feel an attachment first. Like uh…Demi…sexual?  
Pris: But I hate like everyone! Why do I hate everyone?  
Mister: [slightly sadder tone] Bullying? …Depression…?  
Pris: Oh right. God, I hope these new meds Doc prescribed work. I just wish I could be fun-loving…you know? Not so tired and…numb?  
Mister: I wish that for you too, Papa.
 
Mister gently reaches out and grabs Pristine’s hand]
 
Pris: [teary-eyed] I’m such a boring shit friend Mister. Why do you even try with me? For fuck’s sake it better not be pity.  
Mister: Hell no, you’re a fucking riot! And…I can be honest with you. You don’t judge me when I vent at you about annoying people or shit with magic. You’re also the only person I’ve shown my chaos form to.  
Pris: Didn’t you show your ex?  
Mister: Nope. Just you, my parents, and my sister. Like my bio sister, not even my half-sister!  
Pris: Shit Mister.  
Mister: I love you, Pristine-  
Pris: Shut your face-hole.  
Mister: Nyyoooooo!! You’we my best fwiend UwU  
Pris: …I’m putting your cat in the oven.  
Mister: NO SHE’S ALLERGIC TO EXTREME HEATS!!
 

 
More art of Pristine Apple. But this time she’s younger and chilling with the deviant sinner that is Misanthropy Belle, son of Rarity and Discord. Just some mild teen banter and silly word games!  
I’ll talk about him more in the future.
 
Pris and Mister and kinda outcasts but in different ways. People tease Pristine but fear Misanthropy. Mister is popular and revered by his peers giving the appearance that he is beloved by all and has lots of friends. He has tons of sycophants and acquaintances but only one true friend. He keeps most people at arms-length but by accident, at a young age he opened up to Pristine and she was receptive and respectful. After that point, he loved her.
 
Also, they’re listening to Gossamer by Fashion Jackson www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAcdzV… by the lovely and wildly talented pollovy  
She made this animation for school that I’d highly recommend you watch. She’s extremely talented!  
“www.youtube.com/watch?v=TAT2UG…