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// CMC - Anon-A-Miss 
// Story: Life From Strife 
// by Draxonos135 
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After giving themselves the goal of reviving the sirens, the trio of Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo got to work on the revival spell. Apparently, they'd need to create negative energy equal to that of the amount that was used to kill the sirens, then take the lifeless bodies back to the spot they were killed and infuse them with the energy. Optional, but heavily recommended, was to bring gems with them so they could act as new hearts for the sirens, to replace the broken gems.

So, yeah, they had their work cut out for them.

They began working on an account called "Anon-A-Miss" to try and spread rumors that would hurt Sunset Shimmer. She was, after all, the center piece of what killed the sirens, so maybe her negative energy would be more potent than normal, and thus help return the sirens to life. And currently, they were writing a couple more controversial posts before calling it a day.

"Ah don't understand why we had t' make this account, Sweetie Belle," Apple Bloom asked as she finished writing and posting something. "Ah mean, surely there's better ways to gather negative energy, right?"

"Now you're okay with Sweetie's plan?" Scootaloo asked exasperated.

"Not at all, ah'm just pointing 'ther options."

"And I understand both of your concerns, but if you think about it, this makes the most sense," Sweetie Belle answered as she logged off. "Everybody uses the internet these days, so, it's safe to assume that if we cause strife on the net, the energy will come much faster than if we were to use any other method!"

"Maybe," Scootaloo logged off. "But I still don't like what we're doing."

"You don't have to; nobody will remember what happened today once we're done," Sweetie Belle twiddled her fingers and took a deep breath. "We'll get the energy, revive the sirens, we'll be able to continue on our merry lives, acting like nothing ever happened... hopefully soon."

Sweetie Belle's smile faltered as she thought about it, and lowered her head, her expression growing increasingly disturbed. Which wasn't lost on her friends, especially Apple Bloom.

"Sweetie Belle, are ya-"

"Finished with my posts? Most certainly!" Sweetie Belle chirped, snapping back to a cheerful attitude as she got off her chair. "Now, all we got to do is get the gems, and charge them!"

Sweetie Belle strolled off, and Scootaloo and Apple Bloom finished their stuff before they followed her.





Several weeks after the fact, the trio found themselves in the forest once more, digging up the ground in their continued search for the gems

"Sweetie Belle, ah still think this is a bad idea," Apple Bloom stated, eyeing the scenery around them with concern. "Ah understand tryin' t' keep ta fact friendship killed someone a secret, but do we need t' go so far?"

"The book didn't bring up any other methods to revive the sirens," Sweetie Belle argued, focusing on digging the ground. "Besides, what else could we have done? Leave them alone so somebody else can deal with them?"

"Uh, yes?!" Scootaloo growled. "I mean it, Sweetie Belle, we're just digging ourselves deeper into our graves the more we do this. And the worst part of it is that we can't go back now: as soon as we started to post stuff as Anon-A-Miss, that was the point of no return for us!"

Apple Bloom shushed Scootaloo immediately. "Keep yer mouth quiet, or we'll definitely have t' dig our own graves!"

"We already are, Apple Bloom!" Scootaloo argued. "We were lucky that the cottage from before seemed to be abandoned, but it's only a matter of time before everything we've done up to this point catches up to us, and take a big bite out of our butts!"

Just then, Sweetie Belle's shovel hit something hard. The girl smiled, forgetting Scootaloo's words, and began digging some more until the object revealed itself to be a trio of gems: a red one, a purple one, and a white one.

"Weird, those gems got our colors!" Apple Bloom remarked, scratching her head. "Or at least, they got our main colors..."

"The color doesn't matter," Sweetie Belle replied as she took out the gems. "What matters is that we got them! And by the time we perform the spell, the school should be turning on Sunset, bringing forth a ton of negative energy!"

"Sweetie Belle, that's not something you should say cheerfully," Scootaloo pointed out, Apple Bloom nodding in agreement.

"I know, but I'm saying it cheerfully not because of what will happen, but because of how close we are to accomplishing our goal!" Sweetie Belle frowned, her smile unfaltering. "Soon enough, we'll be able to go on with our lives as if nothing happened!"

"I hope so," Scootaloo sighed. "Because some of the things we wrote on Anon-A-Miss..."

Sweetie Belle's smile finally betrayed her and turned into a frown, right before she lead the way back into the school.





The trio saved the gems in their pockets and headed straight for the library. There were murmurs going around, some sounding angrier than others, so the girls quickly figured they were the result of Anon-A-Miss. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom tried their best to ignore them, but their frowns made it clear it wasn't as easy as they thought.

Sweetie Belle, however, betrayed herself once more; she stopped, slowly turned around, and her eyes widened at the sight.

Sunset was on her knees, covering her face with her hands as she cried her heart out, a group of her classmates surrounding her with disapproving glares.

This sight brought with itself something else within Sweetie Belle. She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but as soon as she clutched her chest, she could tell it wasn't something she could touch. It came from her chest, that was clear, but again, grabbing it did absolutely nothing to the feeling.

"Ya see what we did t' reach this goal?" Apple Bloom asked, putting a hand on Sweetie Belle's shoulder. "An innocent girl, ta friend of our sisters and friend, humilliated and alienated all over again."

Sweetie Belle threw a look at Apple Bloom... then shook it off and kept walking.

"Seriously?" Scootaloo frowned. "We just saw Sunset crying alone, surrounded by people who hated her thanks to something we did, and you still wanna keep going-!?"

"Any negative thoughts they have will go away once the gems absorb the negative energy," Sweetie Belle stated, not bothering to look at Scootaloo. "If you really want to help Sunset not feel like... manure anymore, then come help me with the spell!"

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo flinched, stunned at the statement. But alas, Sweetie Belle showed no signs of stopping to wait for them, so they picked up the pace.





The trio reached the library, sparing no time at the fact they had picked one of the busier locations in the school to do this definitely-supposed-to-be-private-thing was beyond them. Just their luck, however, was it that the library was empty at the moment.

"Good, this'll be perfect," Sweetie Belle smiled. "Alright, get the gems out and put them on a table."

"Which table?"

"The one in the middle!"

The trio headed to the mentioned table, took out the gems, and placed them on the table as Sweetie Belle reached for her pocket. From it, she took out a piece of paper that had the notes for a song in it.

Because of course singing had to be involved.

Scootaloo and Apple Bloom looked at the notes, and after exchanging looks with Sweetie Belle, they began to sing the notes... although no actual sound came out of their mouths. It's not that they weren't singing, it's just that... well, they had no real idea why they weren't singing despite their best efforts.

Not that it mattered, because once they finished "not-singing", the gems glowed as streams of red energy burst from the doors and entered the gems, which continued for a couple seconds until the gems were pulsating and glowing red.

"Okay, I think that did it," Sweetie Belle remarked, pocketing the glowing gems. "Just to be sure, let's go outside and see if everybody's fine, then we'll get the bodies and head to the stage."

Scootaloo frowned. "But Sweetie Belle-"

The words fell on deaf ears, as Sweetie Belle strolled out of the library with a wide smile, eager to confirm the results of the song. Exasperated, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom nonetheless followed their friend, still trying to wrap their heads around what she was thinking.

One thing was clear though: Sweetie Belle wanted to get this over with.