Cyberchase: When Worlds Collide

Attack On Equestria

The next morning, Pinkie Pie had invited everyone for breakfast at Sugarcube Corner, and they all happily accepted. Inside the warm bakery, the delightful smell of fresh pastries filled the air.

While the others dug into their stacks of blueberry and apple pancakes, laughing and chatting, WordGirl sat quietly, her plate untouched. She gazed off into the distance, lost in thought, her usual excitement absent.

"WordGirl?" Pinkie's cheerful voice pulled her from her daydream, making her jump slightly. She blinked and turned to see Pinkie and the rest of the group looking at her with concern.

"Huh?" she mumbled, stammering in confusion as she tried to snap back to reality.

"I was just checking in. You seemed a bit... distant. Everything okie-dokie?" Pinkie asked, her usual bubbly tone softened by genuine worry.

WordGirl managed a half-hearted shrug. "Yeah, I'm fine... just didn’t sleep well last night."

"Now that you mention it, I tossed and turned a lot too," Martin said, glancing at his brother.

"Yeah, I guess hay doesn't make for the most comfortable bed," Jackie added with a small, sympathetic smile.

WordGirl winced, instinctively raising a hand to rub her temples as a sudden sharp headache throbbed through her skull. "Ugh… my head," she groaned softly, her face tightening in discomfort as she tried to ease the pain.

"Are you alright, dear?" Ms. Cake asked, her expression filled with concern as she paused her work to check on her.

WordGirl managed a small, reassuring smile, even though she felt the ache. "Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just a little headache, nothing to worry about," she said, trying to downplay the discomfort while waving off the concern.

Despite her words, her friends exchanged worried glances. WordGirl sensed their eyes on her, but she brushed them off, attempting to appear unaffected by the headache.

"Seriously, guys, I’m fine," she insisted, forcing another smile. "It’s probably just the lack of sleep catching up with me."

"Are you sure?" Jackie asked, her brow knitted with worry. "If you're not feeling well, we can always take a break today. No need to push yourself."

WordGirl shook her head. "No, really. I’m okay. I just need to walk it off or something. We’ve got a lot to do, and we can’t afford to slow down now," she said with determination.

Even though she tried to dismiss it, the persistent headache remained, and her friends could tell she wasn’t quite herself. Martin leaned in closer, lowering his voice. “Look, if it gets worse, you let us know, okay?”

WordGirl sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and gratitude. "I will, I promise," she said, hoping to ease their worries. But as she stood up to leave Sugarcube Corner, a dull throb pulsed in her head again, and she quietly wondered if something more serious was happening.

....

Meanwhile, at Sweet Apple Acres, Peter and Stewie found themselves surrounded by the Cutie Mark Crusaders—Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle. Peter had made a half-hearted promise to keep an eye on the trio, but he didn't expect the flood of questions that came his way.

"So, what’s it like bein' a human?" Apple Bloom asked eagerly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Do you get to fly?”

"Do humans get cutie marks? How do you know what your special talent is?” Sweetie Belle chimed in, her voice brimming with wonder.

“Yeah! And what kind of wild machines do you have? Like, flying cars or laser cannons?” Scootaloo added, her wings buzzing with excitement.

Peter, feeling overwhelmed by the rapid-fire questions, raised his hands in surrender. "Woah, woah, slow down, little firecrackers! One at a time!" He scratched his head, clearly not accustomed to such attention from kids. "So, uh, what do you kids do for fun around here?"