It was late one night when a man known only as sketch pencilpoint was getting some late night shopping done. As he walked into the vaguely seedy shop, he took full notice of the foal-in-a-can machine say outside of the store. There were four options. Bad colours, the cheapest option, mid colours, for colours that were good but were either dull or had poor colours for manes and tails, good colours, and finally a mystery option, where you could get a completely random foal colour.
Sketch had some money to blow so decided to try his luck at the machine. He put in the price required for the lucky dip and collected his future pet. He wasnt a hugboxer, nor was he an abuser. But he did enjoy the fluffies as companions and he felt as if he needed some affection in his life.
The small foal inside the tube chirped and peeped repeatedly for a few minutes while sketch went to do his shopping, not that he blamed the poor thing being suddenly shot out of the vending machine must have hurt the tiny thing. Still, sketch carried on, being sure to pick up some supplies he would need now that he has a fluff to take care of. As he got into his car he looked again at the can. He carefully put it into his hoodie pocked and held onto it as he drove home. Not like he had 2 arms spare now was it. Regardless of that he soon arived back at his humble abode.
He sat down and decided now was a good time to take the layer of plastic of of the can and see what his new pet looked like. These kind of fiac machines worked by having it so it opened automatically as soon as the milk runs out, so they add a layer of thin plastic to obscure the foal like with those mystery kid toy things where there is at least four layers of un-needed plastic. As he slowly peeled the plastic of of the can, he was stunned. The foal was beautiful, a lovely shade of purple with a dark blue fade to her tiny little legs. Plus, it was an alicorn, so all in all, he got very lucky. “Galaxy” he said aloud, “i’ll call you galaxy”.
