I woke up from my sleep and immediately got into character as I got of bed. Today I was going to get to the bottom of this Anon-A-Miss mess. Some palooka tried to frame a good friend of mine, and when I find the punk who's responsible, it'll be curtains for them! When you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us!
I got dressed in one of my favorite outfits, which was a brown trenchcoat with a peach belt and bow. I put the hat on my head and smiled. It was time to get to work! I strolled downstairs, nearly tripping as my younger sister, Sweetie Belle, ran past me. Hmph. Kids these days. No matter. Breakfast was waiting and you can't do detective work on an empty stomach!
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By the time breakfast was over, Sweetie Belle ran ahead of me again! Doesn't she know the expression 'ladies first'? Nevermind that. It was time to board the bus and begin investigating! My sister was nowhere to be found, but that was just fine. She's her own girl, after all. I got on and almost immediately covered my ears! Everyone was shouting at each other, far worse than yesterday's hostilities. I grimaced as I made my way to my seat. This sort of hubbub wouldn't give me the chance to grill any potential suspects, so I sat down at the closest available seat and stared out the window, thinking of ways to expose Anon-A-Miss' identity.
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Upon reaching Canterlot High, I spied Micro Chips. Remembering that Applejack listed him as a potential suspect, I decided to confront him. "Micro Chips!" I yelled out his name, gaining his attention. As I walked towards him, I pulled up Anon-A-Miss' first post on my phone and pointed at it. "What were you doing when this was posted?"
The purple bespectacled student began to sweat nervously under my gaze. "Y-Y-You don't want to know." He looked away.
My suspicion aroused, I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I don't?" I leaned closer to him in an attempt to come off as more intimidating. I didn't like doing this to the poor shmuck, but if it helped clear Sunset's name I'd do it in two shakes of a martini! "And why is that, pray tell? Did someone put you up to this?" I pointed at the post again.
"N-N-No..."
I had to force out whatever it was he was hiding from me. I imagined a fanny pack, platform shoes with fishes swimming in them and a plaid shirt.
All part of the same outfit.
I nearly flew into a rage, then calmed myself enough to slap my palm on the wall. "Perhaps you don't understand..." I was practically growling. "I want to know if someone put you up to this." I snarled, baring my teeth as I imagined polyester jumpsuits. "I'm going to give you to the count of five."
Micro Chips flinched, but stood his ground. I had to admit, he's braver that I gave him credit for.
"One."
Oh, he was going to break. I could practically see his teeth chattering!
"Two."
"Okay, okay! I'll tell you!"
Damn. I was hoping he'd hold out until four. "Thank you."
"But don't say I didn't warn you."
"Duly noted."
Micro Chips looked left, then right, then leaned into me. "I was masturb-"
I put a finger to his mouth as I slapped the palm of my other hand on my face. He was right. I didn't want to know. "I'm going to lift my finger from your mouth." Unwelcome images made their presence felt in my mind, and I cursed myself for it. "When I do, I want you to walk away... and never speak of this again to anybody. Capiche?"
Micro Chips nodded, and I removed my finger. We both turned around and went our separate ways as the warning bell for first period rang.
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My first class of the day had ended, and I was still plagued with images of a most personal and unwanted manner. I needed a distraction. I needed...
"Rarity..."
I turned around to see Sunset Shimmer. Her normally bright teal eyes had lost their usual luster, and her hair was slightly frazzled. Her frown suggested that she'd been having a rough go of it. "Goodness, darling, are you all right?"
Sunset sighed and shrugged. "I wish I knew. What I do know is that it feels like there's something in the back of my head, like a long lost memory... and it's slowly trying to crawl to the front. It almost feels... maddening." She sighed again, putting her head in her hands.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" I put my hand on her shoulder as a show of support.
"Again. I wish I knew."
The warning bell for second period rang.
"If you think of something, anything I can do for you, just say the word."
Sunset smiled faintly. "Yeah. I will. Thanks, Rarity."
"Don't mention it, darling."
And on that note, we parted ways.
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As I left my second class, I started to realize that I wasn't thinking hard enough. Sure, Micro chips was tech savvy, but he didn't have a mean bone in his body. I had to think mean. I had to think bitchy... I gasped as realization dawned on me. I knew who to grill next!
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"You're kidding, right?" Diamond Tiara, a constant tormentor of my sister her friends, said. "Look. We might be bitchy," she said, gesturing to herself and her toadie, Silver Spoon. "But we've never wrongly accused anyone before." I opened my mouth to say something, only to realize that as loathe as I was to admit it, she was right. Never in my memory had Sweetie Belle ever said those two had done so.
"Are we done now?" Silver Spoon folded her arms impatiently.
The warning bell for third period rang, and I hid my irritation as best I could. "Yes. We are," I said in as dignified a tone as I could muster. In my experience, you never give your antagonist the satisfaction of seeing you angry. As I walked away, I continued to rack my brains. Who would go to such lengths just to stir up trouble? As I reached the door to my classroom, I gasped. Why didn't it occur to me sooner? I went inside as a plan began to form in my brain.
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I left my third period class and began my search. My next suspect was never too far away from trouble, but unfortunately for me, trouble was at every turn! Arguments were around every corner! Finding her was going to prove-
"Ack!"
A thud sounded on the floor beneath my feet, and I looked down to see my quarry.
"Trixie."
The illusionist looked up at me and got up on her own. "Rarity." She stared at me disdainfully. "To what does the Great and Powerful Trixie owe the honor of your presence?"
"Cut the act, sister."
Trixie raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "You're one to talk."
I sighed and closed my eyes momentarily, rolling them to calm myself. I can't let her have the advantage. "Be that as it may, I have a few questions for you."
Trixie idly stared her fingernails, perhaps in an effort to irk me. "You don't say."
I risked a glance at the clock in the hallway. Time was of the essence, and I aimed to get at least one answer out of her! I had to ask the right questions and push the right buttons. I had to think fast. Within seconds, I attacked her weakness. "On second thought, nevermind. You're not worth my time."
I glanced at Trixie to see if she took the bait. Her slack-jawed expression told me all I needed to know. I had her right where I wanted her! "How dare you insult the Great and Powerful Trixie! She's worth all the time in the world!"
"Oh, is she now?" I feigned disinterest to further rile her. "As a member of the Rainbooms, the band that won the competition against the sirens, why would I think you worth my time?" I had to play dirty. Rub salt in her wounds. "Face it, Lulamoon. You'll always be second best."
"The Great and Powerful Trixie is not playing second fiddle to Wallflower!" She gasped and put her hands to her mouth. I turned and smiled, slightly tipping my hat as the warning bell for fourth period rang.
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I left my fourth period class. I finally had a lead! All I needed to do now was find Wallflower Blush and interrogate her! I kept my eyes peeled, searching the halls for her. Easier said than done, as she seems to prefer being out of the limelight. Time flew as I went from walking to sprinting, taking great care not to catch negative attention from Watchful Eye, the hall monitor. Before I knew it, the warning bell for fifth period rang. "Dammit!" Feeling defeated, I walked to my next classroom.
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I left my class for the cafeteria. I may not have found Wallflower Blush, but at least I had something to go on. As I entered the lunchroom, I vowed that come hell or high water, one way or another...
...this mess ends today!