//------------------------------// // Fact // Story: Conclusion // by FicFacFlac //------------------------------// Fact “So, Twilight, you sure about this? If your not, I can give it to your friends.” Celestia asks, holding Sunset’s keys firmly on her hand. They met up at the school’s faculty lot, where Twilight was waiting after school. Twilight was fast to react. “Yes, Principal Celestia. I’m sure about it.” “Good. I hope you can give this to the police next week. Make sure you don’t do anything inside there, thought, you can be charged if your not careful.” “I understand.” “Well, it’s evening now, and I better get going. Here’s the keys, and oh! I forgot to tell you, the police will be there by Monday evening, so make sure you’re there when they arrive.” Twilight nods over to the principal. “See you later, Principal Celestia!” she says, while waving her hand over to her, as she walks to her car. Immediately, she grins. Now, they can begin. Without hesitation, she rushes over to her friends, which were waiting at the statue-less podium. She smiles at them and raises the keys she was holding sky high. “Got it.” she says. The others didn’t laugh, instead, they just smiled at Twilight, making her quite concern about the situation. “I-Is there something that you guys mind? If you do, I don’t.”. Of course there were some things here and there they find uncomfortable, but right now, they don’t care. No matter what happens, their in. One way or another. “Let me get this straight. You wanna go to her house, use the key, get inside, find the evidence, and crack this case?” Pinkie Pie asks. Twilight looks over at her with a glance. “In a straight forward way, yes.” “Okie dokie!” “C’mon now. We have a scene to investigate.” The others cry in unison, as they make their way to Sunset’s condominium. Fortunately, It wasn’t that long of a walk, so they had time to make it, right before twilight. While walking, Twilight had some thoughts. What if this is rather suicide, and not murder? If that’s the case, then why bother? What if this ‘killer’ catches us, too? For a moment, she forces her mind to stop to a holt. No. There’s no way that’s going to happen. If it is suicide, then consider it as trying. They did do their best, and there’s nothing wrong with that. There shouldn’t be anything wrong with that. If it were to be considered, it might be possible to be justice as it is. “Twilight, you okay there? You just, kinda stopped.” Applejack exclaimed. Twilight didn’t realize it immediately, but she had stopped on the sidewalk, all while deep in her thoughts. She blushes over to Applejack, and keeps her head down. “Y-Yeah, I’m okay. Got carried away there for a second.” Applejack smiles over to Twilight, obviously relieved. “Glad to hear that.” The continue walking, which might’ve taken them roughly 10 minutes. They were quick to realize that it was approaching twilight already, and they have to get there in time. They stopped over Sunset’s condo, which was painted in full red. The lights were all closed out, and the door was locked shut. Good thing they had the key, or else they had nothing to do. The 6 glances over at her house, with Twilight being right in front of the door. She exhales her breath, as she begins to put the key in the slot. Rarity however, was quite concerned. “Your sure you want to do this, darling?” She stutters for a second, before picking up where she left of. “I mean, we did establish this plan, but it looks like your not quite, ready yet, dear.” This, made Twilight pissed. ‘Just who the fuck did she think she is, telling me that I’m isn’t ‘ready’ to face of our soon to be captured criminal?’ ‘Of course I am, bitch! I was the one She calmed herself down, believing that anger is just going to make this a hell of a lot of ruckus. Instead, she decided to plays it slow and steady. She holds a deep breath in, and exhales it out, topping it off with a fake smile. “Yes. Yes I am.” And she opens the now unlocked door. Inside was quite spacious, considering her condo was smaller than any other in the streets. However, the house was in a complete mess. Board game pieces scattered along the tiles of the floor, the fridge being opened, with it’s groceries being outside. But something seems to be off. The body. The blood. It isn’t here. That can only mean one thing. Upstairs. They glance over the stairs, which lead to Sunset’s bed. They knew that they would find the body sooner or later, but right now, all of their mental preparation was useless. Nobody wanted to go upstairs. They were just too mortified to find their friend’s laying corpse. They faced death already, and now, the remnants of death. “Ma guess she’s up there.” Applejack says, her gaze moving over to Twilight. Ever since the Sugarcube Cafe outburst, they all made Twilight as the head of the plan. Just because they didn’t know what’s ahead. They didn’t want to know what’s ahead. But of course, this is for Sunset. How can they not accept it? Rainbow Dash looks at the other 5, questioning them. “Soooo, who’s gonna go?” Immediately they look over to Twilight. “Godamnit, just because I was close to her, doesn’t mean I need to do this!” They remained their gaze, obviously putting pressure on her. Finally, after about a minute of silence, she sighs, ang agrees. “A-Alright. I’ll do it.” And with that, she sets foot on the stairs, making her way up. The first thing she saw was her bed, along with a journal, located near the bed itself. Surprisingly, the bed nor the journal was scattered. Everything else, however, did. Upon arrival upstairs, she screamed. There, laid Sunset’s body, with a knife held limply on her arms. There seems to be a stab wound, located on the stomach. Blood was everywhere, spattered in ways Twilight can’t even bear. With that, her vision turns black, as she hears her friends rushing up to her. ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— She opens her eyes, as she begins to comprehend what just happened. Why was she on the sofa? Wasn’t she upstairs? Oh, right. She passed out. She quickly rushes over to her friends, who were still gazing over Sunset’s dead body. “Girls, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mea-“ “It’s alright, Twilight. Besides, we kinda knew that would happen.” RD stutters, as she speaks to Twilight. Her voice tells it all. Even the RD she knows, the one who was always in her A-game, the one who was the most unintimidated, was scared. Shocked, even. To see their friend, being limp and lifeless as possible. Twilight rushes over to Sunset’s hand, all while putting on her gloves that she was carrying inside her pockets. She gently grabs over the knife that was on the hand, and pulled it over. “I can bring this over for autopsy later. Does somebody have a Ziplock bag, or something?” “I-I do.” Fluttershy says, while giving her a bag that she brought over, including a box full of it inside her school backpack. “Thanks.” She places the knife gently inside, and orders the others. “I suggest we take photos of this. When the police arrives, they will tear this place apart, and the scene goes with it, too.” They agree, before Pinkie interrupts them. “That’s all good, but what is that?” She points her finger to the blood next to the body, which looked like a sribble of some sort. To them, of course. But Twilight knows this all to well. “That’s....Old Ponish.” And with that, they knew Sunset had a message to tell. The conclusion that they were hoping for. The conclusion, which will bring on another story. A story of vengeance.