“We’re glad you could make it, Detective,” The guard captain's face was grim, “We’ve had another incident since we contacted Pest Control. We’re frankly stumped. Honestly when that changeling queen bought the factory we were all for it. The idea of opening a strip-tease club that sold love to unevolved changelings seemed like it would actually solve a lot of head-aches for us. Fillydelphia still has a sizeable population of independent changeling holdouts. They are largely law abiding citizens but keeping them fed can be troublesome.”
“Wait,” the changeling-thing cocked it’s head to the side, “A strip club in a factory… in Fillydelphia?”
“Then the industrial accidents started I take it?” The Detective ignored the degenerate.
“Rather impossible industrial accidents.” The captain nodded with a troubled look in his eye. “That factory hasn’t operated in over a hundred years. Those machines are more rust than metal.”
“So, just to be sure...” The degenerate changeling giggled.
“Yes! Dammit!” Dust snapped, “It’s literally a Filly Factory! Jeez, grow up already.”
“Will both of you idiots keep quiet!” Skype snapped angrily. “Please go on, Captain.”
“I don’t envy you riding heard on this lot,” The Captain chuckled, pointing at the changeling, “I was working with commander Deadlift when he brought this one in. If you could step into my office I think the Dutchess could explain the situation better herself… She prefers to refer to herself as a Dutchess rather than a queen, out of respect for pony royalty.”
As the group entered the spacious office a hole-pocked changeling queen with a deep blue mane and cyan chitin lounged langridly in a reclining chair in the corner. “Allow me to present Dutchess Anon Amiss.”
“Anon-A-Miss?” Iam questioned flattly, “You actually went with Anon-A-Miss? Madame, that is a really crappy Alias. How high were you when that seemed like a good idea?”
“I won’t be insulted by some common Nopony!” the Maddame huffed.
“Really?” The degenerate changeling thing thing sneered. “Ali… girl, it gonna be like that? You know ‘N’ was ready to hand you to the living trainwreck. I took that hit for you. I had to bribe a Lyra to turn me back into a changeling and reactivate my virus. Killing her Anon was, I’ll admit prolly a deal breaker… I’m on lock down, I kinda gotta call you out… You show up at my work and don’t even laugh back in the mirror… if I was allowed access to mirrors…”
“You were always the least of us, Noone,” The Dutchess sneered.
“He is a useful thing,” the detective snarled, “Madam Alias, the architect of the carnival incident in lower canterlot, I presume?”
“I was pardoned by King Thorax,” the Dutchess smiled coldly, “The same as all the changelings with the sense to ‘admit’ working with Chrysalis.”
“I got standards,” The degenerate growled quietly, “They might be low, but I got em…”
“Quiet,” the detective snarled at his subordinate before turning his glare back on the changeling queen, “yes, thanks to King Thorax’s ill considered pardons you are considered a law-abiding citizen. Because your little circus stunt was considered to be a part of the Mad Queen’s ‘second invasion’. What is your game here?”
“This is no game!” The queen sneered in rage, “My worker drones are being mauled by industrial equipment that hasn’t been maintained, or even powered in over a hundred years! And even if you don’t care a bit about the lives of my hive, this project, which I have fully funded with my own capital, stands to benefit both the ponies and the changelings citizens of this city. Innocent changelings, I might add, who have nothing to do with your vendetta, Detective Skrye! I AM a law abiding citizen, whether you like it or not. Moreover, I am actively working to benefit Equestria.”
“Is there going to be a problem, Detective?” The guard captain raised a skeptical eyebrow.
“There won’t be a problem,” Skrye said with a scowl, “I just wanted to make sure the Dutchess knows I am very much aware of who she is and what she’s done.”
“There is no reason for there to be a problem,” the duchess dralled, “We understand each other more than you think detective. We want to see the ones responsible pay.”
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RCPCD Creature of Interest File 6297
Dutchess Anon Amiss (See Related Files, “The Nopony Collective”, “Povid Virus”)
Name: Dutchess Anon Amiss
Race: Povid Changeling Queen
Projected Gender: Female (unsually)
Known Aliases: Madame Alias, Madame Nopony - Note: As with Noone, the Dutchess makes no effort to hide her identity, unlike her counterpart, however, she will take new names from time to time, seemingly for her own amusement.
Description: In her most commonly presented form, the Dutchess seems to prefer to appear as a sleek unevolved changeling queen with cyan chitin, and a dark blue mane and tail, very similar to her counterpart, Iam Noone. She is also known to take the appearance of an earth pony mare with identical coloration. Unlike other Nopony fragments, she is very fastidious where her appearance is concerned, and in any form will always appear well groomed and well dressed.
Back Ground: The Dutchess got away with it. There is no clearer way to say it. I am starting to see how the rather dreadful Pest Control Division see’s that thing… Iam Noone, as the lesser evil. Her crimes are all confessed in detail. Every bit of testimony no doubt paid in bits. Dutchess Anon Amiss. Formerly “Madame Alias”, like Noone she claimed it was the Nopony… Oddly enough I find myself hating Noone less. How much control did any one of them really have? What she did… the circus and the druggings were part of the second invasion… the Nopony worked for Chrysalis… I am going to scream right now. That felt… oddly satisfying…
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A city away a gangster-pony leaned close to a doctor’s office door. The two things that looked like changelings screamed in near mindless rage…
“Honestly I’m convinced,” The Dutchess laughed derisively, “The changelings came about in the first place because you little equine degenerates found a way to get it on with breezies…”