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// 41 - Rehabilitation - Gilda 
// Story: Sunset Shimmer - Six Friends One Heart 
// by Babroniedad 
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Gilda



Gilda used her one phone call to call her parents. She made bail after her arraignment. Her father drove her home in silence. She was sent to her room as soon as they arrived home.

In her room, she locked the door, then called Dust. “Come on Dust, pick up!” she groused. When no one answered, she threw the phone on her bed and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Shit! Shit shit shit! This is all going to tartarus. Damn that Trixie! Damn her to tartarus!” she swore. Going back over to her bed, she grabbed her phone again and started typing. “Lulamoon. Last name Lulamoon. Where do you live Lulamoon?” Pulling up a search app, she typed the name in, scrolling through addresses. Lulamoon was an uncommon name, so she was quickly rewarded with a local address, which she used to map out directions.

“Okay Trixie. Time to pay you back for this shit. With interest!” she hissed. Ducking into her closet, she retrieved a 12 inch hunting knife from its hiding place. “I’m going to make you wish you had never been born, you rat bitch!”

She opened her window and disappeared into the evening.







A half hour later, she was at the address. Hidden in a hedge across the street, she scoped out the house. No sign of the popo, or anyone else hanging around. There was a car in the driveway, so clearly someone was home. After a bit, a couple emerged from the house. “We’ll be back later tonight Trixie! Lock the door, we’ll bring you back something for dessert!” The door shut. They got into the car, driving off.

Waiting a bit to be sure they were really gone, Gilda quickly ran over to the house. She tried the front door. Locked. Passing swiftly through the lawn, she circled the house, looking for an open window or door. In the back of the house, she spied an open window, leading into a study. “Bingo…” she whispered, popping the screen, sliding through into the house.

Exiting the study, she crept through the house, eyes and ears open. Passing the stairwell, she heard voices talking softly upstairs. “Gotcha rat…” crowed Gilda.

Creeping stealthily up the stairs, Gilda followed the sound of the voices to a closed bedroom door. Placing her head next to the door, she could hear Trixie and some other girl talking quietly. Grinning, she stepped back, preparing her grand entrance. Kicking the door in, she jumped into the room.

“Time to die Trixie!” she yelled.

Trixie was sitting on the bed with another girl wearing a purple beret. They both turned to face Gilda.

“Gilda,” calmly stated Trixie. “You just made the second biggest mistake of your life.”

Confused, Gilda pulled out her knife, brandishing it at the girls.

“Oh really?” she asked snidely. “And what was that Trixie? Care to tell me now? Or should I carve it out of you while I’m carving out your rat bitch heart!” She started towards the girls.

Trixie's closet door burst open. Shining Armor stood there, gun drawn, laser lead centered on Gilda’s chest.

“That would be coming after Sunset’s friends, Gilda. And your biggest mistake was ever coming after Sunset. Drop it!” he commanded.

Gilda slowly dropped the knife, then dropped to the floor. Officers rushed through the door behind her. She was quickly subdued and hauled off.

Trixie broke into relieved tears. “Thank you Shining Armor!” She hung tightly to her friend. “Please thank Sunset for Trixie too.”

Shining smiled, and hugged them both. “Thank her yourself, Trixie. Sunset considers you her friend.”