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// Epilogue 
// Story: Livestream 
// by bahatumay 
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It was a victorious but subdued atmosphere in the Crystal Brighthouse. Cozy’s amulet sat in the middle of the table.

Zipp chuckled. “Nice job, Pipp. Nowhere else could you brain the hero of Equestria with a frying pan and gain followers.” 

“Y- yeah,” Pipp said. She cast a sheepish glance at Sunny. “Sorry about that. Again.” 

“I’m fine,” she insisted, despite the large ice pack on her head. “She knew a lot about history, and she knew how to use my magic. If she’d gotten away, there’s no telling what she might have done. You might never have found her again.” 

“That’s a terrifying thought,” Pipp said.

“But really, enough about me. Zipp, are you ok?”

“Nope! I am a terrified bundle of nerves right now and will be sleeping with the light on and under the covers for the foreseeable future.” 

Sunny sighed. “I hate to say it, but she was right. We know nothing about magic. We didn’t know any of this was possible.” 

“Yeah. I usually just pick stuff up and put it back down,” Izzy agreed. “And then forget where I put it,” she added under her breath. 

“She was cold and manipulative. But we made it through. Like we always will,” Pipp said. She looked at the table. “So what do we do with this?”

“We could put it in the museum.”

“I was thinking we could use it in a friendship collage!” Izzy said. 

“I think we should hide it deep underground in a secure vault with multiple traps and under constant surveillance,” Zipp said. 

“I’m with Zipp,” Hitch said. 





“Good night, Pipp.”

“Good night, Zipp,” Pipp returned.

“Good night, Hitch.”

“Y- yeah,” Hitch said uncomfortably.

“Good night, Zoom.”

“Good night, Princess,” Zoom Zephyrwing said professionally, remaining at attention.

“Good night, Thunder.”

“Good night,” he responded.

This continued for a while as Zipp bade goodnight to every single guard around them, and before long, she was out. 

But she was the only one. 

“This… might take some getting used to,” Hitch muttered, looking up at the posted guards. 

“Yeah, I can’t say I’m a fan of this, either,” Sunny said. “But Zipp’s been through a lot, and if it makes her feel better, I think I can handle it. After all, with friendship-”

Zipp let out a loud, rattling snore. 

Sunny giggled. “-we can get through anything,” she finished.