“ERROR, FILE CORRUPTED!” the pipbuck responded for the tenth time, as the canterlot ghoul in stable 1 barding selected yet another of the thousands of logs copied from the broken recorder.
“Mayor Brittleshine, are you ok?” the secretary ghoul asked the one fiddling with the pipbuck.
“I’m fine,” she lied, “I was just hoping to find out what became of my sister, but it just ends. She doesn't even find out I made it to stable 1!”
“Well if you don’t know if she died, maybe she is still alive?” the secretary suggested before shrinking back, “I mean she did become a ghoul afterall. She may not have been of the canterlot variety, but even regular ghouls can survive more than you’d think.”
“What did I tell you about eavesdropping, Sundae?!” Brittleshine barked back angrily, a few wisps of pink cloud escaping the corners of her mouth.
“Sorry, Mayor, won’t happen again.” Sundae sheepishly replied pretending to get back to work.
Brittleshine sighed, “Even if she was alive, the trail has been cold for 210 years. And most of Zebratown was crushed when the Enclave destroyed Canterlot.”
Suddenly, Brittleshine remembered something said in her sister’s 19th log. Sitting up straight in her rusted swivel chair she quickly selected the log and fast forwarded to the part.
“You and your sister will meet again. I know it. Just hang in there.” Pinkie’s comforting voice rang out of the pipbuck.
What did Pinkie know? She was known for freaky predictive powers, right? Her Pinkie Sense? Brittleshine pondered, her secretary's suggestion no longer seeming outlandish.
“Sundae, you read The Book of Littlepip, right? Pinkie predicted events in that, correct?” Brittle cautiously inquired.
“Oh, um, yes.” Sundae replied flustered, dropping a stack of papers on the floor, “She said it would all end in sunshine and rainbows. Most believe she was referring to the day Red Eye and The Enclave were taken out. The day the skies cleared in brilliant bursts of rainbow color.”
“Really?” Brittle inquired further having not read the story herself, only being aware that the heroine had visited Stable City before its destruction.
“Yeah, strangest thing was, she predicted it in a memory orb while having a chat with the lightbringer.” Sundae explained gleefully.
If that is the case, then Pinkie could have predicted I’d meet Screwy again! Came Brittleshine’s shocking revelation.
“Sundae! Have Ditzy send a message to Dr. Stable Rate in Meatlocker. His fiance might still be out there.” Brittleshine cheered, “And send Ditzy some fresh baked muffins for bringing this recorder to me while you're at it!”
“Yes madam mayor!” Sundae replied before rushing off, leaving the papers in a scattered mess on the floor.