Winter likes this location. Her next Mary Sue to find just so happened to be somewhere cold. She jumped into a snowdrift. Opening the folder, still in the snowdrift, she looks at the Mary Sue in this town. She put a hoof over her mouth as she looked at the winged, more colorful Rarity clone. Well, at least they won’t be edgy. Winter jumped out of the snow and took a step into the tow-
“What the heck.” The Mary Sue was frantically running to and bothering all the ponies in town who were trying ever so hard to put up decorations for some kind of holiday. Winter set a hoof in the town. Almost instantly, the alicorn Rarity explodes into Winter’s face.
“Hi you love me everyone loves me everything loves me if you don’t you die do you love me” babbled the Rarity clone. Winter pushed the white copycat away. She stood up and dusted herself off.
“Uh... no” Those words. Did the job. Suddenly, the pony sets on green fire and becomes a red Chrysalis with dragon wings and three horns and the elements of harmony all over them.
“YOU WILL LOVE MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!” Shrieks/war cries the now holey black bug horse. They cast a laser beam spell or something which blasts Winter into oblivion. All the townsfolk gasp. This has never- but then, the Copy Sue is lying on the ground in hoof cuffs. As the elements of copyright on the bug horse dissipate into thin air, Winter salutes the townsfolk and with a fanfare of a kazoo that wasn’t there before Winter and the Copy Sue are teleported away.
*yet another teleport later*
Winter leads the Copy Sue, who was back in the alicorn Rarity form, to the receptionist desk. “Hey, this one tried to kill me.” Winter commented.
“Heh” The grey mare snorted. “Don’t they all?” Winter shrugged. “So, can you tell me your name?” Asked the receptionist, with sudden. Cheerfulness. The Copy Sue looked up and transformed into a bug dragon horse. They hissed and screeched.
“EVERYONE MUST LOVE THE GREAT AND POWERFUL CHRYSSITY!!!” The changeling started muttering “love, love.” Under their breath. The receptionist looked at Winter.
“Humm, yes. A Copy Sue. Reminds me of Trixie. Should they be in the egotistic room or the copycat room...” the grey mare suddenly looks back up. “A creative name, yes, but how about... Crystal Trick? That sounds better than the alternative. You can go in that room.” The grey mare points at a door that said MIX on it. “Maybe you can get some love in there?” Winter un-cuffs the newly renamed changeling and the changeling makes a beeline for the door. Winter looks at the receptionist.
“Do you get paid to put up with those Mary Sue shenanigans?”
It was the grey mare’s turn to shrug. A few moments of silence later, Winter, folder in hoof, teleports away.