Sunset Shimmer the teen no more

by Kingcatalyst


A talk with Mrs cake

My alarm went off at 7:47 a.m. when I finally woke up and stopped tossing and turning around. I instantly regretted waking up so early, but I needed to make sure I had everything figured out, I reasoned as I got up.

After walking for twenty-three minutes, I reached the mall. However, since I hadn't eaten anything the day before, I became really hungry. It dawned on me that the only restaurant that would be open at this early hour was Sugar Cube Corner.

I sat down at a table in Sugar Cube Corner and waited for a waitress after entering. When I noticed Mrs. Cake approaching me, I was somewhat perplexed until I realised that most of the cooking crew doesn't start until nine in the evening.

"Hi deary what can I get for you today?" Mrs. Cake inquired of me

"Could I just get a coffee and some cupcakes?" I was too weary and hungry to care later, even though I knew that eating cupcakes so early wouldn't be a smart idea.

"Ok that will be out soon deary and you wouldn't mind if I sat with you seeing as I like to get to know my customers, also since you are probably new to town as well," I answered Mrs. Cake, "Sure, I don't see a problem with that," as she sat down across from me. I knew that she did this with every client, but I also knew that I would likely be coming here more.

"So, darling, what's your name?" Mrs. Cake inquired, grinning at me.

I said, "Sunny skies, but you can just call me Sunny," before noticing that she had a sad expression on her face. Before I could ask her why, I was perplexed before she started talking again.

"You wouldn't be related to sunset shimmer would you now," I wondered why she asked, a hint of wrath hidden in her voice, until I realised that Pinkie was her niece.

I asked, feigning ignorance, "Who is this Sunset you speak of, I just moved here."

"Sorry, it's just that Sunset is a bully at the school where my niece attends. If you were related, I wanted to know if you could talk some sense into her." Her kind and compassionate expression returned. She acknowledged, which devastated me. I know that everyone at school believes I'm the one behind Anon-a-miss, but I had assumed that people outside of school would be able to discern that I was wrong.

"So what has this Sunset done exactly?" I inquired, attempting to gauge her degree of disbelief in me.

I decided to ask for proof that I was Anon-a-miss after she told me, regretfully, "Well, she was always a bully but something happened at school that made her more open and friendly even becoming friends with my niece and her group of friends but we were all wrong when an account named Anon-a-miss started sharing people's secrets."

"So there must be quite a lot of evidence that she is anon-a-miss if people believe it's her right?" When I posed an intriguing question, I saw that her expression changed to one that was even more indifferent than before.

"Well no there's been no evidence that's her other than secrets that people only shared with her" She acknowledged that she sounded unsure.

"So everyone's just going off accusations and no hard evidence other than I told her this secret and that's all?" I enquired as to whether she was aware of the photo I had taken at the sleepover that had been uploaded.

"Well there is one which is a picture of one of my niece's friends that only she had," She spoke with a little more assurance than before.

I stated quite clearly, "A picture which any smart enough hacker could get a hold of"

You claimed you didn't know her, so why would you care that you are even bringing this up?" With caution, Mrs. Cake said

I stated clearly and succinctly, "Mrs. Cake, the reason is that this girl could attend the school where I have an interview. While it may seem like I am defending her, this is not the caseā€”if she hasn't done any of what you say she has, she is the victim in this whole ordeal, not the villain." Mrs. Cake appeared more unsure than she had in a long time.

"That's a good reason for wanting to know to be honest, so where do you have an interview at?"I tried not to think when Mrs. Cake questioned me, trying not to think about the account.

I said, finishing the last of my coffee, "I have a interview at Canterlot High for the recently opened consular position."

As I paid Mrs. Cake for breakfast, she only replied, "Well in that case, I wish you luck since that school's been at each other's throats due to the account even my niece is starting to break under the pressure and she's always happy."

She nodded and I continued on my trip to the mall. "Before I go, I what you to think more about the ever persons angle including sunsets, if you wouldn't mind," I asked.