Something fishy is happening at the Golden Oaks library, with there being more than just one fish. What makes matters worse, Twilight isn’t even sharing the fish, or even telling us that fish is to be had.
The fishiness of it all began when the library started closing a whole hour earlier. Which is fine if it’s a one time dealio and you don’t tell anyone about it. But no, Golden Oaks has been closing for an hour early for a whole two weeks! The scariest thing about it?
Twilight didn’t even change the library's hours! The same Twilight that always arrives when she’s asked, not a second sooner or later. The same Twilight that covered my letter to my parents in red, because of the tiniest mistakes!
Who knew i was suppose to capitalize the letter I?
It’s because of Twilight that I knew to write it’s instead of its. This whole letter is (mostly) grammatically correct because of her. And so, what does a mare of such level do? Close the library early and not tell anyone.
But what I really want to know, is what does Twilight do with that extra hour of time, or why does she even need it? She never shows up to parties or comes out to our little gathers, and she always has food sent to her door. The very same door she hasn’t left during the course of the week.
Spike hasn’t come out either, and that’s the icing upon the strange cake. Usually he would go out and get food and supplies for Twilight, instead of having somepony else doing it. Sometimes at night, you can see her walking by her window, but not yet has anyone even seen the shadow belonging to Spike.
Something fishy is happening with Twilight and Spike, and I, Pinkie Pie, am going to get to the bottom of it. I’m going to write a series of letters documenting the adventures of Sherlock Pinkie for future reference of this case, and also that they may serve as a friendship lesson for the Princess.
With all that serious stuff, and words, out of the way. Let’s get to the bottom of what’s plaguing Twilight Sparkle.
Pinkie – Day 1 of “The Strange Case of Twilight Sparkle”
As usual, Twilight wasn’t coming out of her cave known as the Golden Oaks Library. I’ve looked over all of my and the rest of my group’s calendars, and nothing would click within Twilight’s schedule of the year! There were no clues as to why she was absent within the lines of how Twilight is or what she’d do.
So I thought,’What would Pinkie do in a situation like this?’ and well, the only conclusion I could come up with was smother my face in sweets all day, so I abandoned that thought. Though I wish Twilight would be as simple as that sometimes, she is pretty strange at times, and that’s coming from a pony who eats sugar all day and shoots confetti from cannons!
So what’s the next best step? Thinking like Twilight, of course! It seemed soooooooo~ boring though! I smelt the path where it had Twilight’s scent and took a magnifying glass to the ground. I did that for hours and nothing showed up!
My friends tried telling me that I wasn’t doing the right type of procedure when it came to solving a problem, but what else could I do in this situation?
So yes, even though I didn’t want to, I continued doing my method of getting every minute detail found, and all I kept doing is leading myself back to the library.
Nothing was clicking on where Twilight went before everything started happening, and I was on the verge of quitting. That was when I laid my head onto the bark of Golden Oaks Library, and once that happened it all hit me. Maybe the answer to our problem might just be right in front of us?
What I did next could be defined as snooping, but what else could I do? We were worried as Twilight’s friends and we wanted to know why she’s been behind the scenes. So, I peeped in her window and slowly opened it, lightly tip-hoofing my way inside. I knew she wouldn’t be there, and I didn’t plan on her possibly being there, so it was all good timing for me.
What I noticed...well...was kind of strange. Like, stranger than that time I placed myself in a cake for a senior citizens meeting, and I’ll admit, that was extremely odd of me to do.
It’s a mixture of what was there and what wasn’t.
Spike was nowhere to be seen, and there isn’t any other place he could be because he rarely leaves home without Twilight.
On a table were tons of beakers and test tubes all broken or empty, so it wouldn’t be hard to guess that an experiment recently happened.
Within the room contained one last thing that intrigued me. This thing seemed to have no place being in the room because there was already one of it right next to it. Another bed seemingly made for Spike.
But what happened next blows everything strange out of the water and fills my brain with an itch of unmatchable horror.
At the corner of my eye there hovered two pairs of orbs, encapsulated by scales covered in a murky goo that fell like a teardrop to the floor. The black streak in the midst of the seas of blue and yellow shot across the liquid and split it into two.
A fire overtook the eyes, and my fate became all too clear to the orbs that were my own eyes.