Bon Bon wandered from mirror to mirror, looking for any sign of Pinkie Pie or the purple unicorn. She didn’t know her personally but everypony in town knew of her arrival and adventures. She would give those nasty brutes a proper bug zapping! Bon Bon’s mind began to wander with all of the satisfying revenge fantasies Twilight would mete out on these imposters.
That’s what you get for stealing my life! I should try and remember what the second half of her name is. It wouldn’t do to be calling my rescuer Twilight Something-or-other. Her name was all the rage not too long ago… why can’t I recall? Maybe it was- wait, where am I?
Bon Bon’s thoughtful wanderings had put her amidst unfamiliar mirrors. She panicked for a moment before finding her way back to the one in Sugar Cube Corner. Rose, Daisy and Lily had gone but there was no sign of Pinkie Pie.
“Hey! Are you there?”
Still no response.
She continued wandering through the graveyard of glass, being careful to remember where she left the Sugar Cube Corner mirror. She peered into various scenes of her home town. Still no energetic pink fluff or lavender heroines, but she did find a Non-Bon. She stopped at the mirror to yell at her for a bit. If the Non-Bon heard her, she wasn’t showing it.
Eventually she managed to find one of them alone. Bon Bon assumed it was Buzz, if the wings were any indication. She was hovering in the air outside of somepony’s window, looking for something. The candy mare couldn’t resist.
“If you’re looking for a heavier brain, you’ll have to fly a bit higher to find some cloud.”
Buzz snapped to attention and scowled, spinning and looking about.
“In here, genius.”
The wannabe pegasus locked eyes with the mirror and flew in the open window, hovering and huffing. “Oh, it’s you. What’s the matter? Getting lonely in there? By yourself? Alone?”
“Just offering some helpful advice. I hate to see a dumb animal suffer; if I could give you half a clue I might not feel so bad.”
She grit her teeth, obviously trying hard to think of a comeback. “Yeah? Well you’re trapped in a mirror and I’m not! So hah! How’s it feel not being able to talk to anypony?”
Bon Bon’s fun was spoiled just a tiny bit. It was like hard candy when you meant for toffee. “At least I get to enjoy your intelligent conversation,” she said as sarcastically as possible, hoping Buzz was perceptive enough to catch on to the irony.
It seemed she was. Barely. “Hmph. You know why you can whine at us?” She dropped her disguise and pointed to her twisted, glowing horn. “Because Sting, Web an’ me made the spell that put you there. And it’s not gonna break unless each of us says so. Whine all you want…” She hovered right next to the mirror until her muzzle was inches across from Bon Bon’s. “We’re never dropping the spell!”
Bon Bon spun around and delivered her overflowing rage in a kick with all the force her hindquarters could muster. Her mirror rocked forward into Buzz’s nose.
“Ow! Why you little-” She landed in the back of the room, wings humming. Pawing the ground with one hoof and holding her bruised nose with the other, Buzz snorted and charged face first into the mirror. It shattered, going dark.
Bon Bon smiled at herself. She didn’t learn anything particularly useful, no. But knowing another changeling would be needing bandages was a powerful comfort.