Sunset had been rooming with Trixie for about a year, and the walls were now covered with crimson threads, so many that they would put a conspiracy theorist's poster board to shame. Pictures of mafia members and affiliates stared back at them in every room (save for the bathroom of course). Sunset trudged into the kitchen, where Trixie was calmly pouring herself a bowl of cornflakes.
"Need...caffeine....now..." Sunset mumbled - she couldn't even function without her morning coffee.
"You really shouldn't drink so much of that stuff, Trixie read that it's bad for you." the younger girl spoke, with the disdainful tone that Sunset knew wasn't as rude as it seemed.
"Chill Trix, I've been doin' this for years." Sunset croaked, her coffee was brewing slowly, and she was watching it as if the liquid was molten gold.
"That explains why you're so grumpy all the time." Trixie retorted. She was now 17, but still lacked the maturity that one would usually expect from someone of that age.
"Ouch." Sunset didn't have the energy to argue with Trixie right now - not without her coffee. Finally the coffee was ready, and Sunset practically inhaled it, not waiting a second before getting the elixir into her system.
After a deep breath, ready to face the plans she had for the day, she sighed and pulled some pictures out of her pocket, spreading them out like they were in a movie. They depicted a man with jet black hair, and menacing red eyes framed by a green aura. Trixie gasped -
"T-trixie... Trixie knows this guy..." Sunset's heart sank. She was hoping her theory wouldn't be true. Steeling herself, Sunset decided to press on with this. Even if it hurts, it's... it's what Trix needs to hear. With these- not exactly comforting - thoughts in her mind, she spoke in an even voice, hiding the tremble of sympathy jolting her brain.
"This is the mafioso affiliate known as King Sombra."
"H-he... he's the...one...
... they...were..." Trixie faltered, she knew- even without Sunset saying anything; she just knew who this was.
"W-we need to- to catch him!" Trixie forced the words out with the venom of a whole rainforest's worth of vipers.
"We will. Trix, don't worry, we're gonna bring this bastard in, alive or dead."
"Preferably dead..." Trixie added beneath her breath.
Sunset winced; ever since showing Trixie the pictures, she'd lost the dramatic aura that characterised her. It was replaced by a cold, calculating energy- one that reminded sunset way to much of...
Twi...
She shook her head, memories of the lilac-skinned woman flooded her mind as she agonized in mental turmoil.
No, no - get out of my head dammit- LEAVE ME ALONE....please... Twi.
Shaking any memories of her former girlfriend out of her head, Sunset focused on the present- she had to help Trixie find Sombra. Turning to the younger girl, she pulled out a set of keys, with a yellow and red sun keychain hanging off of it.
"Road trip time, kid!" she exclaimed, trying to salvage the broken atmosphere.
"...Don't call Trixie a kid." The younger girl said with a small whisper of a smile across her lips.
Sunset returned it with a smile of her own. Maybe the day isn't gonna be so bad after all.
As she opened the door, however, a sudden battering of rain lashed the ground of Trixie's porch.
I jinx'd it, didn't I...
The sky was a grey and black marble of clouds, with the rumbling of thunder approaching with an ominous grumble.
"Welp, looks like the road trip's cancelled now..."
"What??? Trixie demands to know why the hell it decided to rain now of all times?"
"Maybe the universe just wanted us to stay inside today?" Sunset asked, with a slight smirk at Trixie's melodramatic expression.
"Well....Trixie wouldn't be opposed to that..." She stopped, as if considering a life or death question, before adding, "if you make hot chocolate, and we watch 'The Grinchpony'"
"It's not even December!" Sunset argued- Trixie always wanted to watch 'The Grinchpony', even in January.
Not today kid.
"We're watching 'Doctor Hooves' and that's that."
" Hooves shmooves, The Grinchpony is way better" Trixie whined, Sunset knew the girl would go off on a tangent if she didn't agree now.
"ugh... fiiiiiineeeee"
"It's still annoying that we couldn't start to investigate today though." Trixie mumbled with an air of exaggerated annoyance.
"Blame the weather, don't blame me!" Sunset shrugged, looking up at the murky sky. She looked across at her roommate who abruptly looked up, before raising her middle finger to the sky, flipping off whoever was up there. Sunset chuckled - no matter how much she tried to act like an adult, she was only 17. She looked up again before raising her own finger to the heavens. The two women stood by the door silently, fingers raised, protesting against the world, at everything and nothing in particular.
Deep in the darkest alleys of Canterlot, Sombra lurked in the shadows as black as his hair, smoking a cigarette. As the smoke rose like a dark feather, he looked at the locket nestled in his other hand. It depicted a family, a set of smiling parents, and a child with an icy blue mop of hair. She must be almost 18 now, maybe I'll let her see her parents on her birthday. With the dark thoughts of murder in his head, he dropped and trampled his cigarette, relishing the moment the last ember flickered out, no doubt waiting to do the same to the girl. With the uneven smirk of someone who's about to start planning something despicable, the 'King' returned to the shadows where he reigned supreme.