//------------------------------// // Chapter 17: Money and Power // Story: Hatred of the Anti-Brony // by Angrywritingskills //------------------------------// In wake of the investigation to find the murderer of Fluttershy, the city of New Canterlot was blockaded by a heavy police presence and no one was to leave. The hope of local law enforcement was to find the suspect if they were still in the city. In other cities, local officers were on the lookout for anything suspicious. It was a bad time to be a criminal in Equestria. It was usually bad before but it is really bad now. But it wasn’t just bad for criminals but it was bad for everyone else. With no evidence that gave even a clue to the murder there was no other solution but to make up an explanation. With the current generation being very much a computer generation there was many people who got together to try and explain this. It went deep but eventually, confusion turned into despair, despair turned to fear, and fear led to stupidity. And when people are stupid, they say things that hurt others. Tempers flared on talk shows and there were instances of violence. In one instant a pony blamed a human for the death of Fluttershy since it was becoming public opinion that the deed was done by a human since it seemed impossible for a pony to do it given the species limited experience with projectile weapons. All of this had sparked short lived bitter resentments between the two groups until finally the mane six and their cast counterparts came on and encourage everyone to chill. It indeed is a dark time in Equestria for everyone. But it was none darker than for Twilight Sparkle. It’s been hard coping with her friend’s death. It was hard to believe that somehow someone had snuck past all those guards and then gotten away scot free. It was even more devastating to know that there was someone out there that wanted to hurt her and her friends. But the worst part was out of all the ponies they could have chosen, they chose Fluttershy. The kindest of all ponies and just an innocent creature and now she was dead in a brutal way. All the evidence they had was an autopsy on Fluttershy’s body and that’s it. There was nothing else they could piece together since there really was no way of telling where the bullet came from. But there had to be more. As of now Twilight was in a place that officially doesn’t exist. It was a bunker in New Canterlot that, when the assassination happened, she and her remaining friends had hid in. The bunker had been a gift from the humans as a show of their friendship and that ponies were valued friends. However the real treat about this piece of engineering was it was filled with technology, technology that could be very useful to a government looking to monitor its citizens. Which exactly what Twilight was using it for. The inside of the bunker had a huge mainframe that could hook up to surveillance systems and could scan the faces of strangers and come up with information on them. That was its most useful purpose and that’s exactly what Twilight was doing. Someone inside he told herself that she could tell who the assassin was if she got one look at their face. So she sat herself like a human which was a thing she learned to do and was busy using her magic to operate a touch screened computer that was hooked up to the mainframe. While she was busy doing this for the fiftieth time this week, a sleek dressed businessman walked into the room with her. He was dressed in his business attire but that was because he had just come out of a hard day of making negotiations and doing stuff to profit his corporation. Another million wasn’t going to make itself. He walked up to Twilight who was hard into her business of finding Fluttershy’s murderer. “Good morning Twilight.” He said with a slight accent most likely from southern Europe. “Have a good sleep last night?” Twilight didn’t respond at first but eventually after she got the feeling she was being watched she glanced over her shoulder. “Oh hi Curizno.” Twilight said to the man. Dark circles had formed around her eyes from lack of sleep. “Please Twilight no need to be formal around friends. I told you, call me Tommaso.” The business man smiled but he had noticed the dark circles. “Say did you get some sleep like the doctor said you should?” “Sleep?” Twilight stopped for a second. “No there’s time for sleep. I have important duties to do.” “Nonsense princess.” Curizno said. “You need to relax. Come on how long have you been awake?” “You know Tom.” She turned around for a sec waving her hoof towards him. “Tommaso.” He corrected. “Tom.” She repeated. “You really need to find a good girl. Oh, oh.” Twilight barked tapping her hoof on the monitor. “Quick come over here.” Curizno looked over Twilight’s shoulder to what she was pointing at. On the monitor was a shot of a group of just random people walking in a busy part of the city but Twilight was pointing to one in particular. “Look at that one.” She said. “He looks like the type.” “The type for what?” Curizno asked. There was nothing really that stood out, it was just some probably forty year old man. “Just the type, the type.” Twilight prodded the screen. That’s when it hit him. “Twi.” Curizno said putting his hand on her shoulder. “You’re not going to find what you’re looking for.” “I know that.” Twilight growled thrusting her shoulder so Curizno’s hand was off of her. “It’s just there has to be something that is missing.”She began scrolling on the touch screen in front of her. “I mean fuck!” She swore rather loudly. “Whoever killed her just had to do it in the place there were no security cameras since it was a damn construction site. Where were the workers? It was just Bronycon. Same fucking shit ever year.” “Geez princess.” Curizno rubbed his forehead. “Could you stop swearing like that? Very unlike a princess.” “Oh shut up.” Twilight said with a flick of her hoof. “There’s no one here to hear me except for you.” She went back to scrolling. “I just know there’s something out there that can give us a clue because that’s all we need. I mean fuck aren’t you humans supposed to be good at solving crimes. I mean what else do you need this surveillance stuff for?” She angrily scrolled through pictures until she found one. “I mean look at this guy.” She pointed to a man in a grey hoodie. “His name is Derrick Frecko and he’s twenty nine years old.” She turned around to Curizno who had taken a seat. “The only explanation I can think of is whoever did it is a pony which in that case the machine can’t recognize because we don’t have much digital information on my own species. But I doubt that’s the case.” She kicked the side of the machine in frustration. Curizno sighed. He was one of the regulars Twilight sees. She and he are very much intertwined in the business. With her being an important politician and him being an important man, they usually found themselves in need of each other. But he noticed very early on that the princess is very emotion prone. Whether it is because of her compassion for everything or her being a woman, he didn’t know. But what he did know was that the student inside her always looked for logic and all he had to do was present logic and he could twist her into whatever he wanted. After all she’s a very important asset and he being a business man works with assets. “Don’t be so quick to disregard that possibility.” He informed her. “Humanity and ponykind have taught each other a lot. Maybe not a lot of good thinks on our part but still. Anyways I think you’re not looking at this correctly.” He got onto a computer next to her. “I know about this type of thing. These people that do these things aren’t the type you would see on the street.” He moved his monitor to Twilight so she could see a list of other convicted killers. “These people here are in jail for either first degree, second, or voluntary manslaughter. They are only accountable for one incident. Now if you looked at these people.” He minimized the first screen to reveal a second. “These guys are the professionals. Serial killers who kill for their own benefit and have become good at it. See Twilight.” He pushed the monitor away. “The difference between a murderer and a serial killer is one does it once for whatever reason but a serial killer has his reasons and does it many times. There are even differences in the scenes of a crime. A murderer is bound to leave some kind of evidence but a serial killer will leave little to scavenge. That’s what makes them psychopaths and that’s what I believe we are dealing with. Whoever killed your friend, be it human or pony, is a complete and utter psychopath which makes this crime both easier and harder to solve. Easier because we’ve dealt with this kind of case before but harder because it is not simple to catch a psycho.” “I really don’t care who it is.” Twilight scoffed. “When I find them they will receive the highest punishment that can be appointed by the judicial system.” “I don’t disagree.” Curizno said. He looked at his watch briefly. “I’m glad we’re on this conversation because I have something important to tell you.” “What?” Curizno exhaled. “We found our psychopath.” Twilight instantly jumped out of her chair. “Why didn’t you tell me that in the first place?” Twilight paced in a circle. “You know Tom you really know how to piss me off. How long have you known this?” “Just about an hour ago. The information is pretty new. The suspect turned himself in about a couple hours ago at a local police station.” “Uuuuuuuuuuh!” Twilight groaned. “Tell me who did it? What’s their name, gender, and occupation.” “He’s in the building if you want to see him.” Curizno informed her but Twilight was already trotting to the door. He caught up with her at the door. “Oh but Twilight.” He stopped her. “Just remember what I said about psychopaths. Cause the true culprit is a professional psychopath.” *** So I learned an important lesson. Darius doesn’t like to wake up with fingers in his butthole. I understand that now and I can accept it as something I shouldn’t do in the future. I also learned how scary it is to be suspended eight stories over solid concrete by a friend who was losing his grip. I now understand the consequences of my actions and will not try it again. Or I won’t try it unless I have a select course of escape. After that morning we acted on that little plan we had. Of course it took a week to write the lyrics and about another week to convince him to do it. Yeah he got cold feet but that’s okay because he agreed to do it. In those weeks I just helped him out and did what I normally do now which is watch the news carefully for signs that I could be a suspect. Good news though because although people won’t shut up about Fluttershy, nobody has reported on any new development and I ain’t in jail. So I guess I’m in the clear and Daniel is probably safe for now so I’m happy. Besides Dan’s a kid he has the rest of his life to get over it. After Darius finally got the nerve to do his thing after two weeks of planning; he took me to the studio. His tour was called off early because I guess people don’t want to party in such sad times. Odd I thought they would want to forget their troubles. But anyways we went to the studio in Manehattan which meant a short road trip. When we got there it was; how should I say this? It’s very deceptive. It looks like New York but it’s not. For starters it’s so clean and stuff. I mean damn. I’ve been to the human counterpart, Manhattan, once in my life. In Manhattan there were homeless people and it was so busy. This place is busy too but it’s not the same. Actually it would be quite nice if it wasn’t for the ponies. I mean if rap originated in New York then I can’t imagine what would happen if there was a separate counterpart and it originated here. Ponies rapping yeah right. Oh wait that already happens. Anyways we arrived in his studio and walked straight to his booth or whatever it was. We had his guy who makes the beats in there waiting. His name is DJ Secondary or some shit like that. Basically it was just us and him. It’s that way because this whole thing is supposed to be a secret. Darius’ manager can’t know until it’s too late and we’ve released the single. “Ay Second this my boy Scott.” Darius introduced me. I copied what they did when they greeted each other and it worked fine. “Listen man I want to thank you for coming in today.” Darius continued. “Yo anything for you Eight.” Second said. “But uh you still promise that you won’t release them pictures?” “Bitch I didn’t promise anything.” Darius sneered by soon gave way to a grin. “Nah, I’m fucking with you. Do this for me and I’ll get rid of them photos.” I took a seat in the studio while Second went over to this control panel thing. I honestly have no idea what it is but it looked like what I’d imagine the controls to a spaceship would looked like. “So I have some beats we can use or if you come in a little later I might have something else.” Second said. “Oh don’t worry I don’t need anything too complicated.” Darius explained. “You know I’m not like those other rappers. I just need a beat to rap with. Besides this track will kind of be freestyle so we’re probably gunna do it in one take.” “I hope you can do it in one take.” Second said. “Last time I was here we spent a whole day on this one guy’s track. It was only the third in his album too.” Damn I guess he chose the wrong career field. We listened to a few beats for the songs and personally I liked all of them. But Darius being the expert was hard pressed to hear them all out. One thing I noted about them was they were relatively simple. It was really easy to fall into the rhythm which is unlike some of the songs I’ve heard of today’s genre. Sure you get that one really good one but I’ve noticed that most are just boring and don’t make me want to dance or get up. These ones are head bumping rhythms. Why the fuck doesn’t this guy make more of the beats? Eventually Darius found a beat he liked and went inside the booth. He really looked like an emcee and I mean really. He got the paper in front of him and the headset on with the hat so his hair isn’t messed up when he takes off the headset. So one might mistake him for 50 cent if he was still relevant these days. “Alright so lay down the beat and I’m gunna do my thing.” He said to Second. “Just keep the beat and don’t turn it off. Scott make sure he doesn’t.”I got up and stood next to Second. He looked at me strangely but I guess he should because I was looking at him weird. I just haven’t been able to get this stupid grin off my face for the past week. Darius started. “Lemme talk about that motherfucker named Tony. He raps worst than that shit talking pony. Both of them gotta be shot dead in the studio for being nothing but wannabe phonies.” Watching the diss track come to life is something very special. Darius put some hate into the song really gave it a fire. And shouldn’t he? I especially like the part where he disses the pony in the group since those were mostly my idea. Yeah that pony deserves what’s coming. All of them do and nobody messes with my friend unless they kill them in which case I can’t do much. Fucking Twilight. Second, on the other hand, just sat there shocked. He didn’t try anything but I was keeping my eye on him. He cringed and sighed at some of the lyrics, especially the ones I laughed at. I don’t blame him since some of them were really grotesque and this ain’t exactly seen as socially acceptable. Making fun of ponies is like making fun of a cripple. It’s not right to give ponies that privilege but that’s how people today see it. It’s fucking bullshit because ponies really don’t deserve it sometimes. I mean when I was in Las Pegasus for the third time during a concert with Darius; I heard a pony talking trash about humans. I thought I was the bad one but I guess I’m wrong. Anyways the pony basically was complaining about how humans are the bad ones. She said we pollute, eat defenseless animals, and kill each other with no remorse. It was a shock to me as well as her friend across from her. I mean I already know that ponies will do basically whatever we humans do in terms of bad things. We either taught them that or they’ve been looking for an excuse to. I learned this all the way back when Rainbow Dash kicked my sorry ass. Damn I need to go to the gym. Next time me and Dash square off I’m making her bite the curb. But back to the hateful pony. I actually like her. She’s seems like the type of pony that wouldn’t want to make friends with me on the spot like some other ponies I know of. Fuck Pinkie Pie making friends this random pony knows what her priorities are. I was going to talk to her, maybe engage in a friendly shouting match, but then Darius made me leave. Too bad I wanted to get into a fight with a pony again. After Darius finished his little rap I just had to fucking tackle him as soon as he got out of the booth. Of course I didn’t knock him down but he staggered back. “Darius that was fucking amazing.” I exclaimed. “Get the hell of me!” Darius yelled. I promptly removed myself fearing he would try something like he did at the hotel. But instead Darius just gave me a brief hug back. “Think that was any good?” He asked. “Hell yes!” I said. “You were in there for like five almost six minutes. I’d like to see those Twitter campaigners do that.” “Um excuse me Eight.” Second spoke up. “Could I have a word with you in private?” “You should have it with both of us. We both came up with those lyrics.” Darius informed him. “Well then I’ll have you know that there is no way we can use that recording.” Second scowled. “I can’t even begin to say what’s wrong with it.” “How is it wrong?” Darius asked. “They’ve been dissing me and I’m dissing them back.” “Yeah it’s called a diss track.” I added in. Second didn’t respond and instead put his knuckle on his head in thought. “Come on you must have heard of one of these.” Darius said. “It’s when” “I know what they are!” Second snapped. “But do you know how unacceptable it is these days? You ain’t even that big. How can you even think about something like this? Does your manager agree with this?” “No he doesn’t and he don’t need to know.” Darius growled. “Oh come on man don’t say that bullshit like that.” Second groaned. “Bullshit!” Darius snarled getting angry. “You know what’s bullshit?” His voice was getting hoarse. “Having to know you’re only a second rate act even why you deserve higher. And the people on top are always going to be higher than you even when they don’t deserve it. Then they start to fuck with you and you can’t even fight back. Oh wait you do know about that. Isn’t that why they call you Second?” Darius must have struck a chord because Second looked like he was contemplating something. Well I think it’s good that Darius is trying to get people to see his position in this. Let’s face if someone who wasn’t biased looked upon this situation they would obviously side with Darius. It’s not fair for some who’s bigger to pick on the smaller person. That’s just bullying which is what kids did to me in high school after my little episode of zombie rage. “I don’t like this Eight.” Second finally said. “It’s not just that you’re dissing your agitators but you’re dissing ponies as a race.” “No I’m not.” Darius defended himself. “I’m just saying what the truth is. If it sounds bad that’s because it is. Not my fault that people treat ponies differently than humans. When you and I both know that it ain’t fair that we are seen as morally inferior than them. Let me tell you a story. Sit your ass down.” We all took a seat as Darius spun a tale. “As you know Second I’m a visitor in Equestrian. Not a citizen like you are. So you may have heard that after the first big influx of humans who came to live in Equestria there were certain steps that were taken in the case of another influx. The PCBI. Heard of it?” “Yes I know about the Pony Customs Board of Information.” Second said. “Your point?” “Well you probably didn’t have to go through the whole procedure that I had to do when I crossed the border.” Darius continued on. “But people like me and Scott did.” “Well um actually.” I interrupted. Geez this is awkward. “Uh this is kind of off topic but do you remember when I said that I bought a ticket here? Well what I mean by that is I didn’t have enough money so I drove my car into the back of a fruit truck and snuck aboard. Don’t ask me how I did it because I don’t know how. All I know is that guy was sure shocked when I came backing up out of his truck.” The two of them looked at me for a second. Darius had his ‘I’m gunna rip your head off’ face on. “Alright so he may be an illegal alien but I’m not.” Darius said giving me a light punch. “As I was saying the PCBI makes you go through a little screening. Lot of it is testing for stuff since we still don’t know if there are diseases that could be transmitted between the species from Earth and Equestria. But it’s the last part that will really get to you. They put you in this big square room. I remember it was so hot that day and everyone was sweating bad. I mean we already did everything like learning the culture differences, food, weather, basically everything that would be expected except for this. But there was one more thing. So they played this movie. It showed all the human atrocities. Anything you can think of massacres, school shootings, murders, genocide, you name it. After that we were giving a lecture. By both a human and a pony representative about how destructive we are. About how we’ve been messing up so much and that everything we’ve done has been to kill one and another. Well that didn’t really phase me that much cause I didn’t give two shits. What did scared me was how everyone was nodded their heads. Like this.” Darius bounced his head for a second. “It was like they believed all the bullcrap that these two bitches were spewing. Yeah but anyone who has a mind of their own and a spine to support it knows that what they’re doing is conforming us. Humanity is trying to be like ponies because they’re so much better than us. But that’s wrong. Did I ever tell you what’s wrong with society and the kids these days? Not their taste of music that is something all old guys like me hate but it’s their values. They value ponies more than humans. It’s bullshit. Everybody’s so misanthropic about their own species. They act like we shouldn’t exist and they treat ponies like gods especially those six sluts. They want something like the Conversion Bureau to happen.” “Whoa bro.” I put my arm over him. “You know about that?” “No.” Darius spat. “I’ve heard it used by some of them faggots. It’s all going towards us being these yes people who are just ponies in human skin. They want us to conform or some shit. Yo Scott you said it the best.” Well I was the one who first told him about this. “Yeah it’s very simple.” I agreed. “See they make us look like the bad guys and then they offer a way out. But it’s all a lie and they just want to control us. They ain’t like those ponies on the TV show that was just a show. They’re diabolical. And it’s obvious. Just look at Applejack. You see her face on advertisement everywhere and she has her own business; Apple Core. Pinkie Pie is a party slut let’s face it you must have seen the photos. Then there’s Rarity who became fat because of her greed and shit. It’s fucking obvious that they’re little cunts that are so corrupt in what they’re doing that it’s beginning to show physically. What do you think is going to happen when they allow pony officials in government on Earth? We’ll be nothing then. Nothing will remain except for our appearances and even then I wonder what’ll happen.” Second’s mouth was agape for awhile and he looked very afraid. I don’t blame him though. Learning the truth for me was both a shock but he will soon find it liberating. Sure it’s hard to know that your culture is being assimilated but it’s easy to fight back. All he has to do is let us release this song and he’s done his part. Finally he responded. “Oh my god. You two are madmen. You’re absolutely insane.” Hey, I’m not insane! I think out my actions and look for other possible outcomes. Like with Fluttershy I could have walked away but I decided that I had to smoke her ass. And with my friend with the mutilated face, I was on top of him and the only solution that made sense was to mutilate him for life and… oh my god I am insane. “Listen you know what? Fuck it!” Darius said getting up. I got up too. “Darius what are you doing?” He isn’t thinking about throwing the whole thing out? He took out his phone and began scrolling through it. “See these?” He held the phone to Second’s face and then brought it back. “Now look they’re gone. So now you got no reason to say yes to this.” Second looked touched and I must have looked about ready to have a stroke. Second is right we are insane. How could he do that? Now we can say goodbye to this because he can walk away from this. “Ah fuck!” Second exclaimed sitting back down. “Alright you guys win come on I always wanted to do a diss track.” Wait what? “Yo for real?” Darius asked excitedly. “Yeah man if you’re serious about it then I guess who am I to prevent that decision? And as I said I’ve always wanted to do a diss track. I’m an old man too man.” As the three worked to make it ready for the public there was something else going on. Two weeks ago Twilight had been introduced to Fluttershy’s killer and it was only until two weeks after that had all the information had been collected. The kid was very unresponsive for quite a while but gradually he released the whole story. Of course the new task was now to decide what to do next. Everything had taken a dark twist for the investigation and there was still no course of action. But now everything was a bit clearer but not much. The information had been released to the public which started a new wave of conspiracies. Everybody knew about the ten year old that had killed Fluttershy and the sniper that made him do it. The blockade around New Canterlot was lifted and things died down with physical confrontations but still there was a lot of speculation. Many people were thinking about the whole case since it seemed like it was deeper than it looked. Nobody really thought this was something that couldn’t be connected to something else. It was common opinion to assume this was no random occurrence by some crazy person since that seemed unlikely given the lack of evidence and scale of the attack. All the people knew about the true suspect was it was some human male wearing a yellow jacket that had covered his face up. But given his notorious crime he was hated by much of the population of both Earth and Equestria being placed at the Osama Bin Laden scale of evil. The sniper rifle had been found but there was little that could be interpreted by it since by some luck it had fallen into a puddle and cleansed of prints and worst there was no serial number to trace it back which meant that there was an illegal arms dealer in Equestria that would also have to be dealt with. Still there was little left to be scavenged. At the most a crumpled car was found at a construction site that wasn’t supposed to be there but it revealed nothing important. Again Twilight was in the bunker on the mainframe. Now she knew that there was someone out there and he would be somewhere in the crowd at Bronycon. So there was a slight chance that he could be in the stampedes after Bronycon. Curizno stepped in holding two glasses of wine. He’s been checking on the princess lately since he was in charge of the company that was in charge of the investigation. Hell he was in charge of a lot of companies in Equestria which meant he had a lot of things to manage. “Hey Twilight. Watcha ya doing?” He asked putting a glass in front of her. “Oh hey Tom.” Twilight muttered. She noticed the wine and took a sip. “Just chasing some leads. You know whatever I can do to find our culprit. See I figure he’s got to be in here somewhere.” “Don’t bother Twi. I alright got some of my guys to look through. Everybody is already catalogued and tested.” Curizno took a seat across from Twilight. Twilight stopped. “You’re always on top of thing aren’t you?” She levitated her wine and chugged it down. “Well when you have assets and resources like mine you learn to make sure you’ve covered everything.” Curizno replied. He took a mental note to remind himself to teach Twilight how to properly drink wine. “Yeah I guess I’ve never really adjusted to this authority position.” Twilight sighed. “You okay?” Curizno asked. “Oh it’s nothing.” Twilight said. “It’s just I’ve been thinking about this. Well it’s the only thing I’ve thought about recently.” “Rightly so.” “Yes and I’ve been wondering things.” Twilight continued. “Just how far will I have to go to find this guy. I mean I’ve learned so much already but there’s still nothing we really have. It’s like he knew everything that could be used against him and made sure he was untraceable. I mean what kind of monster uses a child as a scapegoat?” “Remember what I said to you the first time we met with the kid. Professional psychopath.” Curizno chuckled to himself remembering something. “As for your question about what kind of monster; I remember in 2003 there was an African warlord who kidnapped children and indoctrinated them for an army. Then in 2012 there was a resurgence of awareness for it despite the guy and his army being disbanded. It was really funny.” “Um excuse but what’s so funny about kids with mutilated faces and guns?” Twilight asked knowing full well what he was talking about. She watched the documentary. “Oh no, no.” Curizno corrected himself. “It’s just the people’s reaction to the resurgence was funny. Um but anyways.” He finished his wine and set the glass down. “Listen I know you’re shook up about this. The whole world knows about the closeness of the mane six and everyone is grieving for you but I’m going to go the extra mile. I’m willing to help you fully and you know that I may be the only one is Equestria that has the power to find this guy given my influence here. But I have to ask for only one thing.” Twilight crossed her front legs and turned her head. “No I will not.” Curizno’s upper lip turned up into a snarl. “Why not?” “I’ve already told you.” Twilight swiveled so her back was to Curizno. “It’s just too weird for that. Think about it will you? A human and a pony going out? On Earth my species are just mindless animals and you are like aliens to us. Plus what would everyone else think? A member of the High Council, and a princess at that, dating a human.” When Twilight had told Curizno to meet a nice girl she hadn’t meant her. Then again she knew he had been eyeing her and she sensed his intentions even before he had asked her the first time. By the fourth time it happened she was starting to get nervous instead of embarrassed. It all frightened her whenever he was near now. “Need I remind you I’m the richest man in the world right now?” Curizno turned Twilight’s chair forcefully so she was facing him again. “Also.” He ran his fingers on the side of her face. “I’m doing so much for your country and your friend Applejack right now. You practically owe me this.” Twilight swatted his hand away. “Don’t touch me like that.” She growled but this only seemed to excite the wealthiest man at the time. “You know Twilight you really worry too much and people like you and me don’t have to worry about nothing.” He leaned back in his seat. “We got so much power that there is really nobody that can hurt us. And besides there have been unions of pony and human ever since our species first met. So really it’s not taboo or anything.” “It’s just weird alright.” Twilight stood strong. “Listen Twi.” Curizno leaned closer. “I’m not gunna end up like Flash alright.” “I know.” Twilight said in a hushed tone. There was a silence after that. Twilight could feel the gaze of the man on her despite them not keeping eye contact. Finally Curizno spoke. “So can I invite you on a date?” He said. Twilight didn’t respond and instead continued to look to the ground. “Alright I see how it is.” He said standing up. “Listen.” He began walking to the exit. “I’m here whenever you need me. But you know that you and the rest of your government can’t go anywhere without me. I pretty much am the workings of Equestria.” He turned around in the door way. “You know how to contact me when you’re ready to cooperate so I’ll see you later.” With that Curizno disappeared leaving the princess alone in the dark room. Twilight looked over her chair to make sure he was truly gone. “Creep.” She murmured sadly under her breath before going back to work on the computer she’s been using.