//------------------------------// // Chapter 3: Meet The Fane6 Part 1; Meet The Trixie Part 2 // Story: My Little Pony: The New Lunar Republic // by FlutterYuu //------------------------------// Chapter 3 Meet The Fane6 Part 1: Meet The Trixie Part 2 Another day another bit. Trixie was cleaning up her apartment today. She had to. It was a mess after all. She picked up everything off the floor first. Empty Applejack Daniels and leftover food. This, Trixie thought, was rock bottom. How could Trixie fall so far. Tears threatened the back of her eyes. She didn't stop them. She picked up a trash bag and sniffled. "Curse that damn Twilight Sparkle." Trixie cursed under her breath as she picked up another bottle and threw in in the trash. It didn't take long for Trixie to clean up her apartment, she was great and powerful after all. She chuckled to herself. She looked around the apartment. "What should Trixie do?" she said to herself. She went to the kitchen and checked the fridge. "What do we have here?" She searched through the fridge. Empty cartin of eggs, trash. She smelt the milk, Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, instant trash! No. No. NO. NO. Oh My Celestia. When was the last time Trixie went food shopping? She was confused everything in her fridge was either rotten or inedible. Did she ever eat at home? She knew how to make hay bacon and eggs, cereal, not to mention salads. Why did she not make any of them. Her whole fridge was in the trash. Trixie needs air. was her last thought before taking out the trash. List of Things Trixie Needs For Fridge. Eggs Milk Hay Bacon Cabbage Lettuce Flowers Grass Tomatoes Grapes Strawberries Blueberries Pancake Mix Noodles Spinach Hay No Apples From Ponyville! Trixie trots around the open market. She looks at he Eggs first. She looks at them with extreme deliquesce. The farmer looks at her with a confused face. "Hey what are you doing?" he asked. "I'm inspecting the eggs. Trixie only gets the best." she said as she picked one up and looks it around, "Who is Trixie?" he looks around. She groans and points to herself. She then decides to pick three of the best from the batch. "How much?" she asks. "That will be 3 bits." he says, "You know you can buy a whole carton of them for 7 bits." "Trixie does not need a whole carton." she gives the farmer 3 bits and goes on her way. She does this for the next things. All the farmers and sellers seem to get a little insulted but they let her have her way since she's a customer. She finally arrives at the apple section. She looks around looking for apples. Apples that don't come from Sweet Apple Acres. She walks up to a merchant. "Hello. My I ask where your apples come from." she said. The merchant smiled slyly under his cowcolt hat. He looked familiar but she couldn't point her hoof on it. "We have apples. Apples from all places except Sweet Apple Acres." he then pulled up his hat and looked at her. It was the Doctor from the memorable night before. Trixie blushed a little as she staggered back. Surprised that she had seen him again so soon. "Hello Trixie." he said in his British accent. He picked up the best apples and threw some bits on the counter. "You need any help taking these home?" he asked. All Trixie could do was nod. After a short walk they made it to Trixie's apartment. Trixie looked at the stallion with his silly little cowcolt hat on. He smiled back at her. She couldn't help but blush, Trixie what are you doing?! Trixie has never had a s-s-stallion over!, she began to panic in her mind as she unlocked and opened the door. Trixie doesn't even know this.... this Doctor! Trixie should stop and ask. Yes Trixie should ask. she took a deep breath. "Trixie would like to implore you.... Trixie would like to ask why you're here." she stood looking at him, blushing a bit but keeping her composure. "You don't know implore means do you?" the Doctor laughed. Trixie flushed with anger. "Trixie did not ask for your opinion on Trixie's grammer. Trixie only asked why you followed Trixie all the way home. Trixie is not a loose mare so you won't get anything out of Trixie." she huffed looking away. She opened her eyes slightly to see his reaction. He was smirking to himself. "Oh Trixie I'm sorry. I am a gentlecolt and I would never even think about taking advantage of a mare such as yourself." he said with a sincere smile, though she sensed that he was playing with her. She huffed and opened the door. Turning on the lights she walked to the kitchen, "Its this way Mr. Doctor." It felt wrong saying two titles together but she didn't even know his name.. just.. The Doctor. She turned back at him as he blinked and smiled. She glared at him suspiciously as she began to put away her food. Trixie did not know what he was up to but she could feel like he wanted something from her. She walked to the couch and sat on it looking at him. "What is it that you want from Trixie?" she asked him again. The Doctor sighed and looked at her with a serious look that just made her skin crawl. A chill going down her spine as she waited. "Trixie as you know... as I know you are a show pony. Are you not?" he said raising his eyebrow. Trixie looked down. Hahahahahahaha look everypony its Trixie! The great and pompous!....... , Trixie heard in the back of her mind as flashes of a mare pointing to her on the street of Hoofington. Booooooooo! You suck! Get off stage!......, she bit her tongue as the anger built up with in her, a stallion from Fillydelphia deciding it was much funnier to throw fruit at her. I bet she can't even vanquish a bunny. Hahahahaha! A mare from Manehattan said as Trixie brushed passed her. Show pony? Was she even considered a show pony? She was the laughing stock of all of Equestria. There are still days Trixie can hear ponies pointing her out and making fun of her. Then there was one.... one above the rest. "Leave her Rainbow," said a mare, "She's not worth it." Twilight Sparkle! "I'm no longer a show pony." Trixie looked up at him. Her eyes showing complete hatred. "I'm done being a show pony. If you just want me just to sell fruit. You better leave." The Doctor stared at her. Through all the time researching her and her habits and watching her moves ever since Ponyville. He had never seen her this way, nor has he ever heard her use a first person pronoun when refereeing to herself. Trixie just stared at him. The image of the purple unicorn looking at her. Not of anger or hatred. Not of mockery. But of pity. And the MOST LAST THING she wanted from that Unicorn was pity. "Trixie I assure you. I-I don't want to make fun of you." he said becoming nervous. "I want you for your magic." Trixie looked at him. She took a deep breath. "I'm not as great and as powerful as I say. What is it that you want?" she pushed the question on him. The Doctor glanced around trying to pick his words carefully. "I-I am here... On.. a.. a.. a Mission! Yes, mission.. from.. uhhh. Luna... Yes Princess Luna! Of course... ha... ha.. to umm." he coughed, "to ummm... f-find a... a.. ummm. he he... a student for her." his face scrunched up. He was sweating as thoughts of going back to Luna with a failure, would be out of the question. Trixie just smiled at him maliciously. "The Princess Luna... Wants me... to be her student?" she looked at him with malice. He was unsure of this direct approach he thought so highly of himself for thinking up the night he met her directly for the first time. He nodded. Trixie stood up, "You know... I've been learning some defensive magic. Just to protect myself... Wanna see?" her horn glowed its cyan blue color. The Doctor ran out of the apartment with a fire ball on his tail as he turned the hallway. "Ms. Trixie!! Please R-Ahhhhhhh!" he ducked as a fireball flew over his head. Trixie smiled as she conjured up another fireball. "Please R-Reconsider! I-Woah! I'm telling the truth!" he yelled as he hit the button of the elevator with rapid urgency. "You Want Me To Believe The Princess Of The Night Wants A Washed Up Show Pony Like Me When She Can Have Her Sisers Precious Little Runt Of A Student!?! Twi.... Light SPARKLE!!!" she yelled as she threw a pretty big fireball at The Doctor who was now crying as the doors opened and he hit the lobby button watching the fireball ever come closer. "AaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHH!" he screamed as the doors closed saving his life. When the ponies on the lobby floor found him he was curled up in a ball. He drank some water they gave him. A smirk crossed his face. "HAHA! I've Got My Unicorn!" he yelled starling the staff. But as he was celebrating there was a mare not so happy. Trixie looked at the burnt elevator door. The apartment building was at no risk of catching fire for it was just magic, and low leveled at that. Trixie walked to her apartment door and closed the door. She laid in bed. Just staring out the window. Staring at the moon. Do something O Great and Powerful Trixie, Said the little chubby one. Yeah! Do your magic! said the more stupider one. Trixie looking at the two of them looked back up at the Ursa Minor. She didn't know what to do. The expected something from her. Didn't they know she was lying? Didn't they know that she was just a show pony? She passed Canterlot's School for Gifted Unicorns only because the classed only offered low level magic, and required no pony to ever do high level magic. That was only for the advanced classed. She tried to tie it up but the rope was too small. She tried to scare it away but her magic was too weak. She thought for sure that she was done... And she was right. She may have not died that day but her career did. Ponies laughed at her. Threw things at her. She had to leave her trailer behind because she didn't have the bits to maintain it any longer. Tears streamed down her face. If there's anypony... anypony who could understand... surely.... surely it would be Luna. For 1000 years she has been made fun of to the point where no pony even thought she was real. Celestia... Ms. Sparkle... No. No longer. Twilight will no longer destroy her life. Not her. Not her teacher. Not even her friends. The next day Trixie woke up with a headache. She took a shower. She ate breakfast. She opened the door to find The Doctor. "Morning Trixie! I-" he was interrupted. "I... Trixie would like to uphold your offer." her expression determined. The Doctor nodded, "Right this way."