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// the amazing and intelligent trixie 
// Story: a world of corruption. 
// by _-LeXx-_ 
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Sunset Shimmer walked through a shady alley, eyes forward - ignoring the usual etiquette of darting around like a maddened chipmunk. She knew these roads like the veins running through her body, and the residents of each and every one knew her, and wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in her brain. After all, everyone knew that she was the most competent police officer in this side of Canterlot, the only one that had never made a deal or taken hush money. The only clean cop in the area. That just proved how shitty of a place this was. 

Now wasn't, however, the time to rant about the seeping criminal underworld; Sunset had something more important to do. Even if it meant putting herself through misery. She had to find Trixie Lulamoon, the private investigator, said to work miracles (of course Trixie herself was the one who said that, but still.)
Sunset wanted to defeat the cmc, to disband them so...so that nobody had to...lose their friends anymore. Sunset kept walking, unflinching, through the body-littered streets emitting a pungency that would burn through the untrained nostril. Until she reached the door, it was like a sore thumb sticking out with its bright cornflour and lilac decor against the drab and grey surrounding buildings.

The door was answered in the most extravagant way possible, being flung open with far too much energy for a Thursday afternoon. Trixie, her light cornflour skin complimenting the new lilac highlights in her silvery blue hair. 
"Yes, it is I, the amazing and intelligent Trixie!!!" 
she drew the "i" in "Trixie" on for at least four syllables for added effect. Sunset could already feel the overbearing dread that this was a bad idea echoing her head.

"Um, hi? Uh, my name's detective Sunset shimmer- I'm with the police." 
she silently cursed herself for being so flustered at the girl's energetic introduction, and pulled out her badge, showing it to the other girl as proof of her words.
Trixie let out the most melodramatic gasp Sunset had ever heard, like seriously, what was a clear drama kid like her doing  as a detective? 
"Trixie promises she's not doing anything lawbreakeringy! Don't arrest Trixie!"
She refers to herself in the third person, add that to the list of red flags. Honestly, this was a mistake, this kid probably doesn't even know how to tie her shoe-
"I'm sorry."
wait, what? Sorry for what? Sunset looked at the younger girl questioningly, expectingly. Thankfully she obliged with an answer.
"You carry yourself like somebody with  an aim and a lot to lose, but you walked through that alley without a second glance either way, which means you don't care about your own life. Therefore Trixie thought you had already lost the person you're fighting for."
Sunset gaped. This girl might not be a fraud after all, she's... surprisingly...perceptive and observant.
" Whoa! Was Trixie right?"
Sunset couldn't help but smile at this kid, she really did have the potential to be amazing. Sunset paused in thought. Wait... where are her parents - she can't be older than 16?
"Trixie... where are your parents?" sunset whisper-spoke. Already knowing the answer but not wanting to believe it.
"They... they're not...here anymore." Trixie's triumphant tone turned to one of weakness, and worriedness.
"So are mine." Sunset didn't know why exactly she was telling this random kid something she hadn't disclosed to even her closest allies on the force.

Sunset ended up staying the night with Trixie, she had multiple spare rooms in what was almost definitely her parents house, and...well- Sunset didn't want to leave this kid after dredging up some bad memories. She knew Trixie could take care of herself, she had been for quite a while, from Sunset's deductions, at least 3 years. She knew that, it was just... I want to help her. In the guest room bed, Sunset drowned in an uneasy slumber, plagued by nightmares of her past. She saw the person who had betrayed her. Her indigo and purple hair, her pink highlights. The nerdy pair of black-rimmed glasses she was never without. Twilight Sparkle. She had taken everything from sunset. Good thing she was dead, but the...feeling of shooting her still remained to this day. The sickly sweet taste of revenge still fresh on her tongue after all these years.

As usual, Sunset woke up in a cold sweat. She woke up, and silently padded through the carpeted halls of the Lulamoon household. She peered through a crack in the door of the room Trixie was sleeping in, to smile softly at the sight of the girl looing so utterly at peace, thoroughly lost in her dreams. Sunset felt a pang of jealously at this girl for being able to rest so easily, a talent Sunset had lacked since childhood. She brewed herself a black coffee, the taste of misery that kept her going every day.
"Haa... what the heck am I gonna do now, I can't exactly leave her..."

Matter of fact, she didn't, and she never would.