> Spike is now wiping the sweat off your brow.
> No, you’re not sick, and no, you two aren’t having sex.
> You fucking weirdoes.
> You’re dropping bullets off your face as you stare at the board before you, clearly not in your favor.
> A single light shining from above, you can only see the game, your hands, and a purple tinted prodigy across from you in the darkness both inside and out.
> Perhaps it was not a good notion to teach and challenge Twilight Sparkle to a game of chess
> As she’s rocking your ass with a broom.
> Only a few pieces of hers gone with half your army, you’re ready to ragequit and cry home to your mommy
> Only to find she doesn’t exist here. Boo hoo.
> Twilight, keeping a straight poker face the entire time, is starting to get shadows under her eyes
> She’s likely been practicing all night for this, learning possible strategies and whatnot
> Which is doing quite well.
> “Anon, you seem to be having some minor difficulties. Are you doing well in your sleeping?”
“I don’t want to hear that from you, you look like you’re among the dead.”
> “Perhaps… but this just may be a chance… to see who you really are.”
> She’s on to you. She may know that you were the one who shot Luna.
> This game of chess has turned into a struggle of wills, as your bloodstained hand reaches for your rook.
> “Do you really want to make that move? Even if you were to take my bishop.. it would show that you are Kira.”
“Wait, what?”
> “Eh, slip of the tongue. I mean it would show me an opening to end this game.”
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> Tch, she’s got you on both cases, as the Death Note is lying on your lap, under the table.
> Guards are waiting outside the door, patiently listening for Twilight to confirm just who you are
> And you’re there to make a break for it if it comes down to that.
> “You know… if you just admit it, I could make things a lot easier on you. Here’s a donut.”
> She uses her magic to pull up a box of donuts, Spike hanging from it
> “Not the donuts, anything but the DONUTS!”
> “Spike, let go!”
“It’s fine, I don’t want one anyhow,” You respond, making a seemingly random move with your knight.
> Dropping the box, she stares intently at the board, taking quick peeks in your eyes in hopes of getting a clue from your expression.
> You lean into one of your palms, a smug but emotionless expression.
> She lowers her eyelids at the look you’ve put on for her.
> “Good move.”
“Thanks.”
> Suddenly, a disturbance outside occurs with the guards
> “W-What?! What are you doing h- UGH! …”
> “No, wait, STOP! AURGHNGH…”
> Both you and Twilight look at the door, the hair on the back of your neck raising as the bloodcurdling cries of the guards pierce the air as they slowly pass on.
> She looks at you pensively.
> “I suppose this is your escape plan?”
“Well, no… I was quite prepared to prove my innocence.”
> “Then who…?”
> A sound of wood  being sliced is heard, as you jump out of the chair, the death note landing on the ground silently.
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> The door was cleanly cut in two, as the unhinged half falls to the floor as a shadow from the moonlight
> “Sorry about that, uhm… they said they were gonna hurt me, so, uh…”
> Twilight speaks out softly.
> “The guards said nothing of the sort… Fluttershy. You just slain them in cold blood.”
> “Well, uh.. I needed to come on,” She tries to excuse herself, walk in plainly, blood glistening on her body.
> In her mouth is a chain to a very, VERY long masamune.
“Fluttershy, not that it’s none of my business, but where the fuck did you get that?”
> “Oh, this?”
> As she responds, she turns her head, and slices the nearest bookshelf in half.
> “Oh… sorry…”
> She walks up to the both of you, greeting us with a smile, the link still in her teeth.
> “May I have this seat, Anon? I want to make a bet with Twilight, teehee!”
“Uhm,  sure. I’m just going to-“
> She swings the sword very ominously, and you know this won’t end well.
> The chain dangling from it swings around dangerously, wrapping around your body.
> Thrusting the sword, she pierces it into the ceiling, and you’re now dangling like some Princess to be rescued.
“Help me, Mario~ Help me!”
> They both look at you, speaking in unison.
> “Who?”
“WHYTHEFUCKAMIHANGINGOFFTHECEILINGGODDAMNITARGH”
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> Looking at the chess game in question, Fluttershy analyzes the gameplay before frowning.
> “Geez, Twilight… and here I was hoping to put off killing you so soon, but it appears this game is going to be over in about 8 moves.”
> Twilight snorts, naïve to the seriousness of the threat.
> “There’s no possible way that you could beat me, let alone in eight turns. If I win, I turn both of you as criminals against the crown.”
> “Deal. Let us begin, then?”
> A deadly duel of logic occurs below you, as you’re kicking around, gaining little momentum as you’re yelling to who it appears to be yourself.
> Meanwhile, Spike, your good ol’ pal that totally believes you haven’t done a thing, is on top of a bookcase, hiding behind a ledge.
> “Pssst… Anon”
“….”
> “Pssssst!”
“…mm?”
> “I’ll let you out, but I need to charge up some fire to break the chain.”
> Fluttershy and Twilight, unaware of the conversation far above, are three moves in, and the psychopath has already put herself in a seriously good advantage.
> Twilight, now the one beginning to sweat, is taking more and more  time to make her move, each one more disastrous as the next.
> Plotting wildly in your head, you just need to get under the table, write down all their names, and clear the fuck out of there
> “What’s the matter, Twilight? It appears you’ve been spoiling yourself with amateurs, if you’ve deluded your mind into thinking you had a chance.”
> “You arrogance may prove your undoing, Fluttershy. Where did you learn to play chess?”
> “I’ve been watching from the window, and I made my own pieces.”
> “Remarkable.”
> “Check.”
> Twilight winces as she’s forced to move her king out of the way, as Spike is prepping one hell of a burp.
> “Ok, Anon, here it goes! HOOOOWAH!”
> He unleashes Hell’s fury as green flames fan out of his mouth, charring the chains to a crisp
> You wish, it did jack shit
> Well, it did something
> It caught the attention of Fluttershy, who is giving a wide and most evil grin.
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> “What’s this? Somepony is trying to free my Anon? Tsk tsk. Check.”
> You come crashing to the floor, the sword ripped out, and with a force of its own, Spike is impaled on the blade.
> Spike: “Ugh! I… tried..”
> Twilight: “Spike! No!”
> Fluttershy: “Now now, let’s finish this game, finally.”
> You jump up, to their surprise as well as your own
> Bursting from your chains in a flex worth of Hulk Hogan, you shatter your bonds.
“You stupid FUCKERS! I will kill you both, for
> I
> AM
> KIRA!!!
> Twilight: “I KNEW IT!”
> Ripping out a pen from your pocket, you lunge for the book sitting quietly under the table
> It’s dark presence suddenly realized by them too late, as Twilight falls out of her chair, and Fluttershy summons the sword to take you out
> Celestia crashed through the door
> You landed on the floor
> Everyone did the dinosaur