Chapter 15 – Springing the Trap Again
Twilight's eye twitched. She laid awake in her bed, as she had the entire night so far, thanks to Pinkie's incessant snoring.
Even with Pinkie – by official royal decree – banished to the library's office, the snores leaking through the walls were far too obnoxious to ignore.
The clock rang out a single chime: one in the morning. Twilight groaned. Next time, she promised herself, she'd banish Pinkie somewhere further away – maybe the moon – where her snoring wouldn't resonate through the...
Wait... One in the morning? The clock had struck three not long ago. Twilight was sure. Which meant... The spell's alarm!
She leapt out of bed and rushed down the stairs, flicking on the lights.
Inside the magical bubble stood a mare Twilight could recognize despite the tight black catsuit she wore. The dark mane and grey face gave it away.
“Octavia!”
The cellist – or was it cat burglar? – whirled around to face Twilight's shout. She didn't respond with words of her own, though. Instead, she whistled out a strange sequence of notes, piercingly loud.
Twilight braced herself for any effects it might have – she knew music could sometimes be used to activate magic – but nothing happened.
Just as Twilight began to approach the bubble, though, a blue flash lit up the room.
Vinyl Scratch appeared inside the bubble, no less recognizable, despite an identical catsuit. She stood there just long enough to smirk at Twilight before teleporting both burglars – and the candy – out of the bubble and away into the night.
Twilight screamed, stomping her hoof down onto the steps hard enough to leave a slight hoofprint in the wood.
From the top of the stairs, another snore echoed down.
Twilight's eye twitched again.