Rarity made her way to the castle of friendship. She was on pace to arrive at teatime for a casual meeting with her friend Twilight. These brief meeting over tea were a semiregular occurrence, where Rarity and Twilight would talk and banter for a short part of an afternoon. Several days had passed since her latest incident with the diamond dogs, and Rarity had hardly given them any thought since then.
Before long, Rarity arrived at the front gate of the castle of friendship, where she was greeted by her friend Twilight. “Rarity, I know that came for a visit, but there are some important matters that I want to talk to you about. Would that be all right?”
“Certainly, Twilight. What is your concern?,” asked Rarity.
“It would be better for me to show you. Follow me to the throne room.”
“Why sure twilight.”
Rarity followed her friend through her castle, wondering what could possibly be so important. Before long, the two made it to the throne room entrance. Rarity looked around and noticed that they were not alone. To the side where the three diamond dogs, Rover, Fido, and Spot. All three of them were on all fours, with each of their four legs shackled and chained to each other’s. Sturdy metal muzzles were tightened over each of their mouths, mitts were place onto each of their four paws, and restrictive cones were fastened around their necks. Beside the three diamond dogs was Rarity’s personal financial advisor. He was a well-educated and finely dressed unicorn stallion from Canterlot. It was this advisor who had supplied Rarity with the wooden box that she used to precisely teleport numerous large objects over long distances. He also had his legs shackled together. All four of the detainees looked more than unhappy to be there. Behind them was Captain Flash Sentry and Agent 770X, standing watch. The expression of Agent 770X was unreadable, but Captain Flash Sentry looked very serious. In front of Rarity, and besides Twilight was Pinkie Pie. While Pinkie Pie’s mane and tail retained their usual bright pink color and puffy appearance, she was standing uncharacteristically still and silent, and staring condemningly at Rarity.
Twilight stopped, turned, and looked at Rarity in eyes. She magically levitated a familiar looking piece of paper in front of Rarity, holding it close to Rarity’s face so that she could get a very good look at it. The piece of paper was a note addressed to Spike the dragon and signed by “The Diamond Dogs.” Rarity stepped back nervously, upon reading the body of the note.
“Rarity, I highly suspect that you are responsible for a slew of crimes, ranging from years of tax evasion, to extortion of the first degree,” said Twilight in an authoritative tone. “Rarity, I am going to ask you one single question, and may Lord Faust herself save you if you try to lie to me.” Twilight took a step closer, moving her face directly in front of Rarity’s. “Did you, or did you not, have any role in writing this note that was found in your home?”
“Well, I, uh, suppose one could say that I, um, contributed towards its, uh, creation,” stammered Rarity, while trying to maintain a convincing tone, facial expression, and body language.
Twilight’s stern expression did not change. “I can’t believe you did that to Spike, after everything you’ve two been through together. Rarity, you’re a piece of crap.”