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// Oh. 
// Story: THE IMPOSTER AMONG US 
// by FIM Fiction 
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That's right. I killed them all. Hee hee. I remember now. I remember what my plan was.
I remember why I killed them.

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Cozy Glow giggled to herself. She remembered why she chose this ship. "But first, I must prepare!" She went from room to room, collecting small, important items. Finally, she was ready.

Cozy Glow trotted to Storage. She stared at the floating box. "I know what you hide." she said, clutching the Gameboy tightly in her grip. It hurt, it never healed. It only got worse. A cracked hoof, with white bone exposed. The only reason it had yet to fall off was because she took good care of it. The suit helped too.

She was older now. Older than she would like to be. But older was good. People listened more to the older. She wasn't as smart, true. How many years had she spent, talking to a man on the radio, have small squabbles with Discord? How many years were spent utterly alone? Too many. But that was good. She would fix the problem, even if her allies killed her.

Was her hair gray? No. It hadn't been THAT long. Not yet.

She hoped she could gain her friends again. She was old. Nearly too old. Would they still want to be her friends? Apple Bloom. Button Mash. Carrot Cake. Redheart. "I should have focused more in that Friendship school." She let out a laugh. "I never went! No wings on her back, after all."

Cozy Glow took a slow breath. She opened the box, and ceased to exist.