"Team, your destination is Ponyville. Get the agents and get out of there. You'll know who they are. Move out."
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So, working the counter at Sugarcube Corner on the weekends in the summer is basically being a bartender with ice cream. I mean, really, I've learned everypony's name, how to mix properly, rules for gentlecolty drinking games, and the fact that changelings have a strange attraction to orange sherbet. I've only been here 3 days!
Really!
...
I've been avoiding the elements like the rhino beetle plague. Especially the lip-happy pink one.
I suppose it's time to do a bit of explaining.
Basically, I don't know if the elements have some sort of magical changeling-sense, but I don't like them. They've got a bad smell. Magic. This whole town reeks of it, and it really puts a damper on my mood.
Speaking of moods, the ever-present pink one is just around the corner. Just do a little cloak... Aaaaand, she's gone down the hallway. Wait. She's coming back.
Another round.
Another.
What is going on in her head?
I tap in there.
Remember, no mind reading, but emotions and basic thoughts are game.
So...
Two sides...
One darker...
One dominant...
She fights it...
But it's her...
Bottled up...
"No, no, no! I can't! I've known him for two days and haven't seen him for that long." Shit! Was she talking to me? Crap, crap, crap... Just stay low.
"You know you do." Her face contorted into a grimace. "You don't want to believe it."
"Shut up!" Pinkie was back again. "He's normal, he's normal, he's cute, he's funny, he's ignoring me, oh god he's completely avoiding me!" More shit. She wasn't talking to me. She was talking about me.
I gingerly stepped past her. Her tail twitched as I passed.
"Shit." She cursed. (Damn! A pony cursed! Gritty story, bro, gritty story.) She turned and tackled me to the ground, breaking my concentration, and therefore my cloak.
The ceiling exploded too.
"Hi! What's up? Why have you been avoiding me? Please don't give am a half-flanked excuse like you've been busy with work, or that you just coincidentally never see the person who lives across the hall from you, okay? Okay."
"Wanna know why I've been avoiding you?" I was looking up at the hole. "That." I pointed at it. She turned to look at it.
It was a changeling holding a gun.