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// Side-Shot: The Security Guard 
// Story: The real Twilight 
// by TwinAttorney864 
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Blaze Sentinal never took his job very seriously. 

You would think that he would, being the older brother of Flash Sentry after all, but he never enjoyed the security job. Sure, the pay was well, and he was able to go ahead and still stay at home with his parents and his brother, but that's where the fun ended.

Blaze had always wanted a security job, just not this one. As a descendant of the Senty line, who can trace their routes to Commander Burn Scout, the general in charge of the Revolutionaries that helped Equestria break away from the Crystal Empire, he had always wanted a job on the front lines. He was planning on getting himself a degree in Law (Which he did, Honors and all) from Everton University, before signing up for the Mareines and shipping out.

That dream, however, was smashed when he got arrested one night during a frat party. Turns out, the bastard that had gone and thrown the party had also spiked the punch, and he blacked out 3 glasses in. He woke up the next morning, in the Canterlot Police Station jail cell, and was charged with both DUI and Breaking and Entering into a Federal Building. He was able to get the charges dropped because he proved that the drink was spiked, but was still denied entrance into the service because they wouldn't scrub it from his record.

Damn it all.

Luckily, his father worked as a police commissioner and was able to negotiate with Superintendant Faust to get him a job at Canterlot High.

Thus, he was assigned to the front door of Canterlot High. Most of the time, he was dealing with just petty misdemeanors. Graffiti tagging on the school walls when Sunset was still on her high horse, and more recently, signs of drug use on Campus. He could never prove it, but he can somehow smell the stench of cannabis all the way here from the janitor's closet. 

"Dear God, give me something to do today." He grumbled, flicking through the security cameras.

And God responded, You know what? Fuck it, why not?

The distinct sound of hiss reached his ears. Two years of dealing with Sunset and her goons tagging the school meant he was well-honed to the sound of paint cans spraying. 

"Aww, bloody hell," He muttered, already reaching for his ID and his can of mace. "Not again."

He already knew the drill. He'd walk out, find them, and probably yell at them for two minutes. He'd then have to bring them over to the Principal, as he wasn't allowed to use any disciplinary actions against students himself. He sauntered out the front door, mentally preparing himself for the headache he'd get with dealing with delinquents like this.

As soon as he walked out, he saw who was actually doing the deed. A girl in a white and navy blue hoodie was on the ground, painting what seemed to be...a dick? He peered closer and saw that there was a logo on her hoodie. It was a shield, with a pen draped across it. Two sections were striped, the other two were with a depiction of a garden. The words Scientia blazes viam deinceps were written in a cursive font below it. 

"Wait, isn't that the crest of those transfer girls?" He muttered. Dang it, he thought the rumors and warnings he was given about them weren't true. He'd have to call in the Vice-Principal. He reached for his radio.

He never rang it.

As soon as he had his hands on the radio, he felt his head smash with pain, and he lurched forward, barely stopping himself from faceplanting into the concrete. He looked up, feeling his head to check for any damage, and he could just make out the silhouette of purple and red. The two figures were giggling like loony schoolgirls, and they seemed to be talking in a drunken slur.

He smelled the air. Yep, alcohol.

"Ladies, I'm going to need to-" He never finished his sentence, for it seems that the transfer girl had come over and given him a hard punt in the head.

Before he went out like a light bulb, he checked the date. 

4/20. Damnit





He woke to the sound of an ambulance and police radio chatter.

"Mmmrrfp, where the hell am I?" He spoke slowly, the pain in his head still there.

"Hey Blaze," a police officer had come over, having just finished his chat with the principal regarding what she knew. "Man, you look like shit." The officer cracked a smile, to which Blaze returned it.

"Could say the same to you, Shining." He grinned, the pain in his head receding. "How's the kid?"

"Ah, she's an angel." Shining laughed. "Flurry's been wanting to see you again, you know?"

"Well, call me, and I'll see about clearing my schedule for a say."

Both men laughed before Blaze calmed down from this little crack-fest. "So, the fuck happened while I was KO'd?"

Shining shook his head, "Nothing good, that's for certain," and pointed to the scene behind him.

The scene looked like someone set off a frat bomb. There were dick drawings everywhere, each more detailed than the last, with a healthy dash of obscene words, and suggestive phrases sprinkled about. The windows on the first floor were cracked, and it looked like the entire school had to evacuate because of it. In the middle, a very crude drawing of the crest he saw was spray-painted on the ground, with one more dick picture right in front of it that looked like it was...painting the damn thing. The statue base was in no better state, with vulgar swear words written all over it. Someone even screwed with the statue, cutting off its horn, wrapping a choker on its neck, dressing it in club clothes, and writing 'Stick it here for a good time' on its ass. It seemed that someone made a crude statue of a dick and slapped it on its crotch area, before swinging a sign around it for good measure.

'CSGI GIRLS ARE BACK!'

"Shining," He muttered.

"Yeah Blaze?"

"I'm going to need a new job."