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// Prologue 
// Story: Muted Wubs 
// by pabrony 
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A strong wave of panic overtook Fluttershy as she anxiously waited for Sunset to reply to her text. She had been spending a lot of time at Sunset's apartment since Twilight died in a car accident six weeks earlier. Last night she didn't get off of work until late so rather than wake Sunset, Fluttershy decided to stay at her own house instead. There was a bad feeling that kept working its way into her head the night before, but she just shook it off all night. Now that feeling was back with a vengeance and with how long it had been since she sent Sunset a text, Fluttershy was worrying so much that it was making her nauseous.

Something’s wrong, she thought. Sunset's never taken this long to reply.

She dialed Sunset's number, hoping that her friend was in the shower and didn't hear the text alert. After five rings it went to voicemail.

“Sunset, it's Fluttershy. I didn't know if you had gotten my text or not so I decided to call. I just wanted to let you know that I'll be stopping by to pick you up for school. Please call me back.”

Fluttershy waited another five minutes before calling again. Once again, five rings and then voicemail. This time, Fluttershy didn't leave a message. Instead, she hung up, grabbed her car keys and ran out the door, pausing briefly to grab her purse.

Normally Fluttershy would hop in her car and recite her “driver’s safety rhyme” before inserting the key in the ignition but this time was different. Something was wrong. She cranked up the engine backed onto the street and hit the gas pedal hard enough to make the tires let out a small chirp.

“Pick up, Sunset. Please, pick up,” she begged as she continued to be directed to Sunset's voicemail. “Sunset, please answer.” She drove as fast as she could, breaking the speed limit for the first time in her life, to Sunset’s apartment. When she arrived, she didn't bother trying to park properly, nor did she bother closing the car door as she ran Sunset's front door.

“Sunset, are you in there? Sunset!” she called as she pounded on the door. Getting no answer, she turned the doorknob to find it was unlocked. “This can't be good,” she whispered.

She made her way slowly through the apartment, checking the kitchenette and the bathroom before she noticed the light on in the loft. “Sunset? Sunset it’s time for…" she trailed off as she took in the scene in front of her. "NO! Oh no! Oh my gosh!"