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>You flipped through your file cabinet.
>The office you had in Ponyville was always dim, the lamp in the corner's bulb never seemed to warm sufficiently.
>The overcast and rain of recent weeks didn't help at all.
>Taking a look out the window to your left you see rain pelt the glass that looked out over a quiet Ponyville street.
>A Stallion and mare trotted close together on the opposite side of the street, they looked cold and wet, but were at peace.
>A sigh rattles through you unconsciously.
>You ran your fingers over the documents reviewing the case you had investigated just a few months back.
>A schoolteacher had captured and killed a two fillies and a colt from her class.
>The sight of the mutilated corpses of Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon and Snails didn't leave your mind, eyes closed or open.
>It's not like you haven't seen brutal murder scenes, you were no stranger to blood and gore.
>But the atrocities committed in that schoolhouse were something you hadn't seen in a long while.
>There was one way to get rid of those memories however, one sweet loving thing that never stopped giving, never said "no"-
>The door to your office opens without warning, Twilight Sparkle had let herself in again.
>In a hurry you conceal those files, shoving them back into the file cabinet.
"Can't you at least try knocking?"
>Twilight helps herself to the chair across from you, she starts poking at the things on your desk like always.
>"We've got another case."
>You wince.
>For a world that appears to be a peaceful, pastel colored wonderland, an ungodly amount of crimes were committed.
>And since there was next to no competent police force or judicial system you and your special set of skills were often required.
"So soon? Why can't you ponies keep it clean for at least five minutes."
>"Hey, it's not like I'm committing the crimes. Anyway, we got a report of somep0ny slaughtering his sisters and two of their friends."
>Oh god, please not more fillies.
"Do we have any names?"
>"The only feasible suspect is a stallion by the name of Big Macintosh, his grandmother saw him trot out of their cider cellar covered in blood. And when she went to look inside she found several butchered corpses," Twilight spoke with amazing apathy.
>She almost seems bored, tinkering with the trinkets on your desk.
>If only you could be so cold.
"That's all we have?"
>"Yeah our contact doesn't know anything else. We're suppose to go check out the scene now, you coming?"
>You nod and reluctantly stand up, feeling heavy.
>Twilight uses her magic to give you your coat and hat.
>You thank her with an unamused look.
>She leads you out of the two story office.
>you share ownership and work with just her here, because no one else had the guts to join you.
>You glance back at the shabby building, on the door irregular letters spell out "Office of Investigations", underneath that your name and Twilight's were written.
>Rain came down steadily at times, then in violent sheets at others.
>Twilight used some sort of repelling spell to keep herself dry, while you were forced to face the harsh weather with just your simple, and thin, black overcoat.
>And freezing hand kept your hat on your head when the fierce winds came around, but several times you came close to loosing the old stetson.
>It brought back memories of that glorious weekend just a month ago.
>It was when you had started doing it again, a mare had walked in and began chatting with you.
>She was rather charming, and had a pleasing accent and cute mannerisms.
>After a few drinks and the loss of your inhibitions, you had invited her back to your apartment.
>After about two days of senseless and rowdy activity she had just left, leaving her stetson behind with a little note.
>You'd never felt so attached to someone.
>And yet you knew her for less then two days.
>It was ridiculous feeling and produced a small amount of shame just thinking about it.
>Twilight was still convinced you had never had sex with a mare, and you intended to keep it that way.
>By the time you had reached the farm the rain had died down to a calm drizzle, and most of the cold had left you.
>Yet some lingered, it was the chill that lingered in a man's chest on a summer day after the tragedy that had caused him to lean up against a chain link fence finally brought him to the breaking point.
>But you were fine on the outside.
>"This is it, the witness should be in her house over there," Twilight pointed her hoof toward a small red house near the much larger farm house built next to it.
>You walked ahead wordlessly, Twilight following on your side a pace or two behind.
>An old mare by the name of Granny Smith let you and Twilight in, as you took off your hat and coat and placed the on the coat rack she began sniffling, fighting back tears.
"I'm sorry for your loss. If you're unable to talk right now we could come back later, when your a bit more settled," you say, keeping a firm businesslike tone.
>she sniffed and looked took down your hat, "where did you get this?"
>Your brain worked quickly to think up a story.
"A friend of mine left it with me," it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth.
>"This was her's, she wore it everyday-" her voice dropped off.
>She placed it back on the rack.
>"Could you tell me what you saw on the day of the crime?" Twilight asked after Granny Smith had offered you and her seats in the living room.
>"I already told everything to those damned guards. Why don't you get it from them?"
"We don't work with the guards around Ponyville, in fact they often impede in our investigations. If you want real results you send for us."
>"But I didn't send for you," she looked away from you, "I just want this to be over."
>You give Twilight a look, she appears just as unsure as you.
"We want to help you get some peace of mind. Could you tell us everything you remember about that day, even the most minute detail could help greatly," you whip out a pad and pen, ready to take notes.
>She gave in without much argument, and kept her cool as she recounted the events.
>It was just under a day ago, and nothing unusual had happened that day.
>She went looking for Applejack when the clock struck 1.
>She saw Big Macintosh leave the cellar at that time, when she called to him there was no response.
>She thought she saw hoofs and coat covered in something a deeper red, like blood.
>She guessed he couldn't hear her over the wind.
>When she went to the cellar looking for Applejack she found her, and Applebloom and two other fillies.
>All were mutilated and barely recognizable.
>By the end of the interview she was crying again.
"Do you have any objections to us searching around the cellar?"
>You hardly kept your composure.
>She nodded her head, blowing her nose into a handkerchief.
>You collected your things, gave a final apology and goodbye and walked out with Twilight.
>When you were out of earshot Twilight spoke up.
>"It's always the quiet ones you have to look out for."
"Yeah, and while you're watching them a noisy one will fucking kill you."
>Twilight didn't respond, good, you didn't feel like talking.
>You just wanted to wallow in that empty chill filling up your chest, creeping its way into the bastions of sanity that remained in your fragile mind.
>The ground was soft and pliable, meaning Big Mac may have left tracks.
>But then again the guards were rummaging around here yesterday, most likely accidentally destroying evidence, that and the probability of any usable tracks being washed away by the rain.
>Twilight opened the cellar hatch in a swift swing, she goes down first.
>Blood, rot and death assaults your senses as you look around the scene.
"Christ I think this is worse then that Cheerilee case."
>"It's just clumps of matter that happen to look be bodies, get over yourself."
>You shake your head.
"I hardly call these bod-"
>Applejack catches your attention.
>A single frightened green eye looks at you.
>No, that's not it.
>She was looking into you, begging for help, begging for safety.
>There was nothing you could do.
>A wave of emotion struck you as you recall laying in bed with that mare - at peace for the first time in a long while.
>"It would appear she was strangled with her own entrails."
>You walk around the corpse, which was near the back of the room, making sure not to step in the heap of flesh that was once a filly unicorn.
"There's severe abuse back here," you note, examining her hindquarters.
>"All of them are like that. Ah, I found the weapon."
>Twilight uses her magic to place a rusty, bloody knife in an evidence bag.
"I wonder what made him snap."
>"Stress from being overworked? Perhaps one of these ponies wronged him?"
>After about twenty minutes of thoroughly reviewing the crime scene you decided it was time to get going.
>Twilight had suggested asking around town to see if they could find someone who had seen Big Mac.
>As you approached the marketplace Twilight struck up a conversation.
>"I'm surprised the city guard didn't have that cellar cleaned out."
"I'm not. They're lazy, do you really think they would waste time trying to clean up a scene?"
>"Fair point. Who do we ask first?"
>Because of the rain few ponies were browsing the marketplace, but most of the merchants still had their stalls set up.
"How many times have we done this?" you, a pinch of anger slipping into your voice.
>"I just like talking," she headed off toward the guy they usually ask first, the cherry stand owner.
>"Oh great, just what I needed," the scruffy looking stallion huffed.
>You throw down the usual payment of six bits.
"Have you seen a large red stallion, he would have been wearing a yoke around his neck, dark blondish mane."
>"For six bits? I haven't seen anything."
>Grudgingly Twilight added another four to the small pile of six.
>"Yeah I saw him, early this morning, he ran off in that direction when I was setting up."
>He pointed to the street right of his stand with his hoof.
>You were half way down the lane when he called to you, "it's double next time."
>What a fucking prick, but he did see a lot, and he was never wrong.
>You turn into an alley, a hoof print of blood had been spared from the rain because it was placed on the wall.
>It looked like he had staggered down the alley, there was a small dash of blood on the trash bin at the end of the offshoot.
>Inside, the body of Big Mac, he wasn't breathing.
>There were several gashes on his side.
>Twilight came up behind you, having taken her time.
>She looked into the bin.
>"Looks like someone took the law into there own hands."
"But who?"
-Never mind this number-
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>You flipped through your file cabinet.
>The office you had in Ponyville was always dim, the lamp in the corner's bulb never seemed to warm sufficiently.
>The overcast and rain of recent weeks didn't help at all.
>Taking a look out the window to your left you see rain pelt the glass that looked out over a quiet Ponyville street.
>A Stallion and mare trotted close together on the opposite side of the street, they looked cold and wet, but were at peace.
>A sigh rattles through you unconsciously. 
>You ran your fingers over the documents reviewing the case you had investigated just a few months back.
>A schoolteacher had captured and killed a two fillies and a colt from her class.
>The sight of the mutilated corpses of Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon and Snails didn't leave your mind, eyes closed or open.
>It's not like you haven't seen brutal murder scenes, you were no stranger to blood and gore.
>But the atrocities committed in that schoolhouse were something you hadn't seen in a long while.
>There was one way to get rid of those memories however, one sweet loving thing that never stopped giving, never said "no"-
>The door to your office opens without warning, Twilight Sparkle had let herself in again.
>In a hurry you conceal those files, shoving them back into the file cabinet.
"Can't you at least try knocking?"
>Twilight helps herself to the chair across from you, she starts poking at the things on your desk like always.
>"We've got another case."
>You wince.
>For a world that appears to be a peaceful, pastel colored wonderland, an ungodly amount of crimes were committed.
>And since there was next to no competent police force or judicial system you and your special set of skills were often required.
"So soon? Why can't you ponies keep it clean for at least five minutes."
>"Hey, it's not like I'm committing the crimes. Anyway, we got a report of somep0ny slaughtering his sisters and two of their friends."
>Oh god, please not more fillies.
"Do we have any names?"
>"The only feasible suspect is a stallion by the name of Big Macintosh, his grandmother saw him trot out of their cider cellar covered in blood. And when she went to look inside she found several butchered corpses," Twilight spoke with amazing apathy.
>She almost seems bored, tinkering with the trinkets on your desk.
>If only you could be so cold.
"That's all we have?"
>"Yeah our contact doesn't know anything else. We're suppose to go check out the scene now, you coming?"
>You nod and reluctantly stand up, feeling heavy.
>Twilight uses her magic to give you your coat and hat.
>You thank her with an unamused look.
>She leads you out of the two story office.
>you share ownership and work with just her here, because no one else had the guts to join you.
>You glance back at the shabby building, on the door irregular letters spell out "Office of Investigations", underneath that your name and Twilight's were written.
>Rain came down steadily at times, then in violent sheets at others.
>Twilight used some sort of repelling spell to keep herself dry, while you were forced to face the harsh weather with just your simple, and thin, black overcoat.
>And freezing hand kept your hat on your head when the fierce winds came around, but several times you came close to loosing the old stetson. 
>It brought back memories of that glorious weekend just a month ago.
>It was when you had started doing it again, a mare had walked in and began chatting with you.
>She was rather charming, and had a pleasing accent and cute mannerisms. 
>After a few drinks and the loss of your inhibitions, you had invited her back to your apartment.
>After about two days of senseless and rowdy activity she had just left, leaving her stetson behind with a little note.
>You'd never felt so attached to someone.
>And yet you knew her for less then two days.
>It was ridiculous feeling and produced a small amount of shame just thinking about it.
>Twilight was still convinced you had never had sex with a mare, and you intended to keep it that way.
>By the time you had reached the farm the rain had died down to a calm drizzle, and most of the cold had left you.
>Yet some lingered, it was the chill that lingered in a man's chest on a summer day after the tragedy that had caused him to lean up against a chain link fence finally brought him to the breaking point.
>But you were fine on the outside.
>"This is it, the witness should be in her house over there," Twilight pointed her hoof toward a small red house near the much larger farm house built next to it.
>You walked ahead wordlessly, Twilight following on your side a pace or two behind.

>An old mare by the name of Granny Smith let you and Twilight in, as you took off your hat and coat and placed the on the coat rack she began sniffling, fighting back tears.
"I'm sorry for your loss. If you're unable to talk right now we could come back later, when your a bit more settled," you say, keeping a firm businesslike tone.
>she sniffed and looked took down your hat, "where did you get this?"
>Your brain worked quickly to think up a story.
"A friend of mine left it with me," it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth.
>"This was her's, she wore it everyday-" her voice dropped off.
>She placed it back on the rack.
>"Could you tell me what you saw on the day of the crime?" Twilight asked after Granny Smith had offered you and her seats in the living room.
>"I already told everything to those damned guards. Why don't you get it from them?"
"We don't work with the guards around Ponyville, in fact they often impede in our investigations. If you want real results you send for us."
>"But I didn't send for you," she looked away from you, "I just want this to be over."
>You give Twilight a look, she appears just as unsure as you.
"We want to help you get some peace of mind. Could you tell us everything you remember about that day, even the most minute detail could help greatly," you whip out a pad and pen, ready to take notes.
>She gave in without much argument, and kept her cool as she recounted the events.
>It was just under a day ago, and nothing unusual had happened that day.
>She went looking for Applejack when the clock struck 1.
>She saw Big Macintosh leave the cellar at that time, when she called to him there was no response.
>She thought she saw hoofs and coat covered in something a deeper red, like blood.
>She guessed he couldn't hear her over the wind.
>When she went to the cellar looking for Applejack she found her, and Applebloom and two other fillies.
>All were mutilated and barely recognizable. 
>By the end of the interview she was crying again.
"Do you have any objections to us searching around the cellar?" 
>You hardly kept your composure. 
>She nodded her head, blowing her nose into a handkerchief.
>You collected your things, gave a final apology and goodbye and walked out with Twilight.
>When you were out of earshot Twilight spoke up.
>"It's always the quiet ones you have to look out for."
"Yeah, and while you're watching them a noisy one will fucking kill you."
>Twilight didn't respond, good, you didn't feel like talking.
>You just wanted to wallow in that empty chill filling up your chest, creeping its way into the bastions of sanity that remained in your fragile mind.
>The ground was soft and pliable, meaning Big Mac may have left tracks.
>But then again the guards were rummaging around here yesterday, most likely accidentally destroying evidence, that and the probability of any usable tracks being washed away by the rain. 
>Twilight opened the cellar hatch in a swift swing, she goes down first.
>Blood, rot and death assaults your senses as you look around the scene.
"Christ I think this is worse then that Cheerilee case." 
>"It's just clumps of matter that happen to look be bodies, get over yourself."
>You shake your head.
"I hardly call these bod-"
>Applejack catches your attention.
>A single frightened green eye looks at you.
>No, that's not it.
>She was looking into you, begging for help, begging for safety.
>There was nothing you could do.
>A wave of emotion struck you as you recall laying in bed with that mare - at peace for the first time in a long while.
>"It would appear she was strangled with her own entrails."
>You walk around the corpse, which was near the back of the room, making sure not to step in the heap of flesh that was once a filly unicorn.
"There's severe abuse back here," you note, examining her hindquarters. 
>"All of them are like that. Ah, I found the weapon."
>Twilight uses her magic to place a rusty, bloody knife in an evidence bag.
"I wonder what made him snap."
>"Stress from being overworked? Perhaps one of these ponies wronged him?"
>After about twenty minutes of thoroughly reviewing the crime scene you decided it was time to get going.
>Twilight had suggested asking around town to see if they could find someone who had seen Big Mac.
>As you approached the marketplace Twilight struck up a conversation.
>"I'm surprised the city guard didn't have that cellar cleaned out."
"I'm not. They're lazy, do you really think they would waste time trying to clean up a scene?"
>"Fair point. Who do we ask first?"
>Because of the rain few ponies were browsing the marketplace, but most of the merchants still had their stalls set up.
"How many times have we done this?" you, a pinch of anger slipping into your voice. 
>"I just like talking," she headed off toward the guy they usually ask first, the cherry stand owner.
>"Oh great, just what I needed," the scruffy looking stallion huffed.
>You throw down the usual payment of six bits.
"Have you seen a large red stallion, he would have been wearing a yoke around his neck, dark blondish mane."
>"For six bits? I haven't seen anything."
>Grudgingly Twilight added another four to the small pile of six.
>"Yeah I saw him, early this morning, he ran off in that direction when I was setting up."
>He pointed to the street right of his stand with his hoof.
>You were half way down the lane when he called to you, "it's double next time."
>What a fucking prick, but he did see a lot, and he was never wrong.
>You turn into an alley, a hoof print of blood had been spared from the rain because it was placed on the wall.
>It looked like he had staggered down the alley, there was a small dash of blood on the trash bin at the end of the offshoot.
>Inside, the body of Big Mac, he wasn't breathing. 
>There were several gashes on his side.
>Twilight came up behind you, having taken her time.
>She looked into the bin.
>"Looks like someone took the law into there own hands."
"But who?"


-Never mind this number-
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