//------------------------------// // Many Smiling Faces // Story: The Pony Prisoner // by BioniclesaurKing4t2 //------------------------------// “Where am I?” Twilight asked. “In Ponyville,” said the beige mare with the grey mane and white collar. “What do you want?” demanded Twilight. “Information,” was all the mare answered with. “Whose side are you on?” Twilight pressed. “Why, that would be telling,” the mare said coyly. “We want information. Information…” Her voice began to echo. “Information…” “You won’t get it!” Twilight shouted. “By hook or by crook,” the mare said, “…we will.” “Who are you?” asked Twilight. “I am Number Two,” responded the mare. “Who’s Number One?” Twilight added. “You,” the mare said with a smile, “are Number Six.” “I’m not a number!” Twilight shouted back. “I’m a free mare!” The mare only started laughing. * * * * * * Twilight was lying prone in front of an array of books on the floor of the downstairs of the tree her room had somehow been transplanted into. She hadn’t slept at all last night, not after…she shuddered at the thought of those eyes. Sweet dreams were overrated, anyway. She’d tried using the stars in the night sky to discern her approximate location, but, lo and behold, that weird foggy cloud pattern had been up all night. She had a sneaking suspicion that it would be left up all of today, as well. She flipped to the next page of the book, another in a long line of books on nothing reaching farther than the borders of Ponyville itself. On the page was a picture of the tree she was inside of. ‘golden oak library’, it said in its signature lowercase. These books didn’t even capitalize the first words of sentences. A library, huh? Not the worst option, she admitted. If the town had had books about more than just itself. She turned to the next page and saw a portrait shot of herself, giving her an uneasy pause. The picture had a nondescript background, so there was no telling where or when it was taken. “‘Current resident, Number Six’?” she read. “How could they have had a picture of me put in this book already? I only got here yesterday.” She looked around. “Unless they’ve been planning this and following me for a while. It’s just like my picture being in that other book in the blue booth.” While staring out a small window above a bookshelf, she turned the page with magic. “As if I needed another reason not to let my guard down.” She looked down at the page and saw a picture of herself in the library reading that very same book— “Ahh!” She slammed the book shut and jumped back a foot to her hooves. She looked around the library again nervously. “This whole place is just wrong.” “Well that’s funny,” said a voice. Twilight jumped again, turning to face the source of the voice. She saw a bright pink pony sitting in one of the empty bookshelves along the wall. “Who are you!?” exclaimed Twilight. She tried to calm herself a bit before adding, “And, what did you mean was funny?” “Number Eighty,” the mare said casually. “And I thought that a student of royalty wouldn’t be so surprised at little things like that book trick.” “How did you know I was—” “Um, duh,” Number Eighty said, “you’ve been mumbling about it for a while now.” “What?” Twilight said apprehensively. “Were you eavesdropping on me?” Eighty perked up. “Excuse me?” she snapped. “I’ll have you know, I haven’t dropped a single eve in my life. Especially not the Hearth’s Warming ones.” Twilight just stared. “But if you mean ‘spying’?” Eighty added matter-of-factly, “You did kinda get a bit loud a few times, it was hard not to hear.” Twilight shook her head. Yeah, she’d always had that problem; it had really annoyed some of the other students back in school. “But what are you doing here, anyway?” she asked. She motioned around the room. “This is apparently where I’ve been ‘assigned’ to live.” “Oh, silly,” Eighty said as if it were more obvious than two plus two, “this is the public library. If you live here, then your room is just in the upstairs, not down here. The border should be rather obvious, unless you were already living in a tree before coming here.” “You mean everypony’s rooms are the same as they had before and don’t match the outsides of their houses at all?” “Yup,” said Eighty. “Unless they lose the privilege, so be careful about that.” Twilight paused. Something about this pony seemed familiar, but she hadn’t been able to place it until now; she blamed the lack of sleep. “Wait a second, I’ve seen…aren’t you—” “The pony you saw yesterday that just went, ‘Gaaaaaaasp,’ and the left?” Eighty interjected, jumping off the shelf to mimic her jump yesterday. “Yeah, sorry about that. I was just so surprised that you were here and I hadn’t met you. Number Two usually tells me ahead of time when somepony new will be arriving to Ponyville, and your sudden appearance just caught me completely unprepared. That parade was the best I could pull together on short notice, otherwise I would’ve had a full ‘welcome to Ponyville’ party ready for you, Six. Offer’s still on the table, though.” Hearing this pony call her ‘Six’. Twilight sighed. Was it really worth arguing? A lotta good that had done her yesterday. She’d run the thesaurus dry if she kept up her complaints of the numbers-not-names practice and these big-wheeled bicycle cutie marks. But speaking of which, that wasn’t the only time she’d seen Miss Pink. They were talking with Number Two in Town Hall, but had sped off upon her arrival. Why didn’t Pink mention that herself? It was too suspicious, anyway, and she wasn’t about to give these ponies the satisfaction of socializing, not even with one of them. “It’s not often I’m thrilled for a party,” said Twilight, prompting a smile from Eighty, “and surprise surprise, this isn’t one of those times.” Eighty stopped; she kept her smile, but her eyes told a different reaction. Twilight shuddered internally but made sure her face didn’t show it. “Sorry, not interested.” Eighty stared at her a few seconds longer, Twilight taking half a step back. Then she said, “Okie dokie lokie,” in a perfectly happy tone, shrugging and turning to leave. Twilight had gone back to looking through the library’s books, but now needing to psych herself into turning each new page. “Trick” or not, that had been downright disturbing. No surprise, then, that she let out the first half of a scream and jumped onto the table when a book next to her suddenly started flashing and humming. She eyed it suspiciously as it hummed a few more times, a glow coming from between its pages, before going still again. She considered poking it with a stick, but instead levitated it over to her and looked closer, realizing that her new bicycle cutie mark was on the cover. This was supposed to be for her, she guessed. Opening it to the first page, she saw a short written message: 80 to 6 I know you may not be too thrilled right now, Hey, a capital letter. Eighty to Six? It had to somehow be from that pink pony. Anyway… I know you may not be too thrilled right now, but it’s my responsibility to make sure you make a proper transition into Ponyville life. Twilight rolled her eyes. ‘Not too thrilled’, huh? Was that all Eighty saw? She really needed to remember to emote more. Her eyes were drawn back to the page as a second line appeared, a small glow moving across the paper to write out the words. Hey, I know, you wanna see another book trick? There was a knock on the door. Was Eighty back again? Twilight left the book on the table and answered the door to instead find the brown stallion from the directory booth yesterday, a.k.a. ‘Mister annoyingly polite’. “Sixty-Seven, I presume?” Twilight said, reading the red number off his cutie mark. “Ah, getting used to Numbers, are we?” he smiled. “Yep, that’s me, and I…am here to check your book.” “Um, it’s a library,” said Twilight, “you’ll be here a while.” “Oh, no no no, it’s just one book I’m after, your message book,” he said, letting himself in. “Right here.” He pointed at the one that she’d just been looking at. “Yep, I’m here to check and make sure the enchantment is working properly and nothing unbecoming of Ponyville is being discussed.” “Unbecoming?” Twilight raised an eyebrow. “Oh, that’s just something we say,” he said, flipping through the pages. “The real problem is the occasional connection issues, things not going through or getting scrambled along the way. Somepony once received the same message five times in a row when it was only sent once.” He paused his page shuffling, then turned back to the first page. “By the way, have you figured out how to use these message books yet, Six?” “Well, I think I’ve gotten an idea,” she said. “You must be a quick learner, then,” he said, closing the cover, “because this book’s blank and unused.” “I just got—huh?” she said before stopping herself. “Oh, right, yeah, quick learner. Yeah, learn things…real fast…I do.” Sixty-Seven eyed her with concern. “Now that you’ve got Numbers down, I’d suggest tackling words. Well, you pass inspection, so I’ll get out of your mane. Be seeing you.” Twilight forcibly smiled and waved as he left, before turning back to the book. She opened the cover and, just as Sixty-Seven had said, the first page was indeed blank. The message had vanished. … wanna see another book trick? This place is trying to get to you, don’t let them think it is, Twilight preemptively repeated in her mind as she walked outside. Eighty was waiting for her across the street and waved. Twilight sighed and walked over. “Got your attention now, have I?” Eighty asked. Before Twilight could respond, she continued, “I’ll tell you how I did it on the condition that you follow me on a tour of Ponyville and at least try to feel welcome. I take my job seriously.” The pony drove a hard bargain, but this vanishing writing seemed to be the first non-sanctioned thing Twilight had encountered, so of course she wanted to know more about even the most basic of resistances already present. “Fine,” Twilight said. “Not like I have a choice.” “Oh, but you do have a choice,” Eighty replied, “that’s the beauty of Ponyville. You can either join in and enjoy your time here, or you can wile away your days on the outside of everything as you slowly lose your mind in isolation from the center of a busy town.” She smiled. This place is trying to get to you, don’t let them think it is, Twilight repeated. “I have a feeling you wouldn’t even look for these places if I didn’t show them to you now,” Eighty said as she bounced down the street, Twilight trotting in tow. As they came upon an outdoor restaurant with purple tables, flower vases on each, Eighty stopped. “Just gotta take a quick detour to a side project to see if…,” she cartwheeled over to a dark charcoal gray pegasus mare with an oily dark gray mane and red eyes sitting in a uniquely darkened corner of the restaurant among the sunlit tables. Her coat was about as dark as it could go without actually being true black—that was the only reason the black raven silhouette within her bicycle cutie mark’s front wheel could be seen, other than its bright red dot of an eye. “Hey, Eighty-One! You in any more of a mood to—” “Go. Away,” the mare hissed, stopping Eighty in mid-cartwheel. “Oooo-kay…,” Eighty said, rewinding her cartwheeling back over to Twilight. “Geez, she’s a tough one,” she muttered to Twilight. “I’ve been trying for a week without success and I’m getting worried she may never fit in here.” She switched from concern to a smile. “You won’t be like that, will you, Six?” She trotted on. This place is trying to get to you, Twilight repeated. At least I’m not the only one who isn’t willing to just sink in here. She stole a glance at Eighty-One, but the pegasus immediately turned her head to send a glare at Twilight, a brief glow of red glinting from her eyes. Twilight flinched but didn’t look away, instead staring back more intently. The pegasus dropped her glare in a second, looking a bit surprised. She turned away again. Not sure what had just happened, Twilight followed after Eighty. Behind her, however, Eighty-One glanced curiously after Twilight. Everypony else here had simply cowered away from her glare, already broken by Ponyville. Perhaps this new arrival would be different. “So, let’s start at a few important landmarks,” Eighty said as Twilight caught up. “You already know the library for all of your Ponyville knowledge needs, but more important than knowledge needs are food needs. ‘A full tummy makes a happy life,’ so I say. Never could convince Number Two to put that on one of the posters in Town Hall. I’ll try again next session.” “Session?” asked Twilight. “I know, we’ll go to Town Hall first so I can explain, come on!” said Eighty, prancing on ahead. As she followed, Twilight looked around town. She’d been too determined to find a way out yesterday to pay much attention to the population. Unlike the ghost town then, probably for her ‘benefit’, there were actually ponies out and about today. There seemed to be a decent assortment of all three types, mostly mares, with few pegasi off the ground, and all with those bicycle cutie marks. Then it hit her that there was a total absence of foals, everypony looking at least as old as her as a higher level student. That was…comforting, question mark? No foals were being put through this nightmare, at least not right now. Ponyville was about getting at things ponies knew, so children shouldn’t know enough to be of interest, right? However, if it were as nice a place as Number Two had claimed… While looking, Twilight glimpsed inside an open door. Though the outside was the same wood as every other house, the interior wall was cobblestone. “So if inside everypony’s house is different,” she asked, “how come they all look the same from the outside?” “Eh, magic pocket dimensions or some sprinkles,” Eighty replied. “Not really my department. Just revel in the special feeling of having a unique outside, you’ve gotta be real important to get that.” She leaned in and dropped to a whisper. “You didn’t hear it from me, but it’s kind of also a way to pamper some of the stubborn ones into agreeability.” “Right…,” Twilight muttered as Eighty sped up. No amount of pampering is gonna break me. Then they passed by that statue of the legged serpentine form where that shadow monster had emerged from yesterday, and Twilight felt her legs slowing to a stop. She heard her heart beating louder as her eyes were drawn to lock with its blank gaze, the air feeling an eerie tad cooler all of a sudden. Speaking of breaking, though… “It’s probably just a rumor meant to scare you,”—Twilight jumped, Eighty suddenly beside her, breaking her fixation on the statue—“but you’re advised not to stare at that for too long, or else you might draw out…you-know-what.” “Right,” Twilight said, brushing back down the hairs on her neck. As Eighty continued on, however, Twilight stole another glance at it, taking a quick mental image. Four short legs, two small wings, two different horns…come to think of it, that actually sounded a bit familiar, as if she’d seen a statue of this thing somewhere before. In the Canterlot Garden, maybe? “Well, here’s Town Hall,” Eighty said as they approached the large building. “You’ve seen inside already, so I’ll just tell you about it from out here like a lousy tour guide. As you know, Ponyville is under the charge of Number Two, but it’s not like she’s the out-and-out ruler or anything. No, here in Ponyville we have a council of elected representatives who meet with Number Two regularly to discuss and decide various issues. We bring up things that we feel Ponyville is lacking or could improve on, and she takes it under consideration for future action.” Twilight yawned. “Too long, didn’t listen,” Eighty continued, “lots of political stuff you don’t really care about. As I said before, I’m a member of the council. It wasn’t actually too hard to get on, and reelection is a breeze. I’m so popular with everypony in town, I just say I’m still interested and I’m already in. Now without further ado, we’re moving on to the main attraction…” “Sugarcube Corner!” Eighty exclaimed at the front door of the giant frosted gingerbread house establishment, a sign with a cupcake hanging off the side. It was a tad long of a wait for her to finish that sentence while they walked halfway across town to get here, but the place looked worth it. Eighty led her inside, and for once it looked just as it looked like it should have from the outside. Colored wood floors and walls, and shelves upon shelves of all sorts of cakes, cupcakes, and other sweets. Okay, Twilight had to admit, maybe Ponyville did have something to offer as enticement. “See anything you like, dear?” asked a pudgy earth mare behind the counter. She was light blue with a pale and dark pink mane, and a bicycle cutie mark with three cupcakes and a 70. Shelving some cake boxes was a tall yellow stallion with an orange mane and a bicycle cutie mark with a trio of cake squares and a 51. “I haven’t seen anypony around using bits,” Twilight said, “nor any price tags on these. Do you have your own money system here or something?” “Ponyville is here for your convenience,” Fifty-One replied, walking over to the counter. “Why would we make you have to pay for any of it?” Seventy added. “It would only limit how much you could enjoy yourself.” “So everything is free?” Twilight asked, looking around the shop, kinda joking kinda not. “Careful, Six,” Eighty said, “I can tell when someone wants the entire jar of lollypops from the doctor’s office.” “But the fact remains,” said Twilight. “Oh, no, go ahead,” waved Eighty, “take three pieces of candy when the bowl says ‘take one’. Feel like the scum of Equestria and see what else happens.” Then she smiled widely at Twilight. With that happy tone, Twilight couldn’t tell how serious she was being with that. “We don’t have to worry about that,” Fifty-One added, “because nopony in Ponyville would ever do that.” “Never had one bit of trouble,” continued Seventy. “Not from anypony who’s settled down, at least. And around here, that’s a club you’ll want to join pretty quickly.” Rather serious, Twilight concluded. “I’ll just,” she said, pointing at the glass case in front of her without actually looking, “have one of these.” Twilight finished the bicycle sugar cookie as she frowned at the dark corner seat Eighty-One had been sitting at. The pegasus was gone. Twilight had managed to convince Eighty—these numbers were really starting to get difficult to keep track of—to let her roam around on her own for a while. Hmm, cinnamon. The cookies could be personalized with a pony’s Number written in apparently cinnamon-flavored red icing. Anywhere but here, it would’ve been cute. She turned to leave, but heard a voice she didn’t recognize call out to her. “Hey, wait up, Six!” Right, with numbered cutie marks, introductions weren’t needed. She turned to see a pale green unicorn at a table waving her over. With a hidden shrug, Twilight heeded the call, seeing this mare had a gold lyre and 56 in her cutie mark. “Hey, you’re new, right?” asked Fifty-Six. “What’re you in for?” Twilight hesitated. “Do ponies here normally discuss that?” “Not if they don’t want to,” Fifty-Six said, “it’s your choice. Just curious.” “I’d…rather not.” “Eh, worth a try. Come on, sit down, be social.” Twilight joined her at the table, feeling an edge of mischief from her, a hopeful sign. “So, I’m trying to get a scope of the big picture here,” she tested. “Risky thing to do,” said Fifty-Six. “By all means, don’t let that stop you, but…don’t be loud about it.” “Then let’s start small,” Twilight said. Bingo. “Do you recognize anypony from before you got here?” “Nope, I checked.” “Anyone else say they did?” “Not to me.” “Bit bigger now. Who do you trust?” “Oh, easy,” Fifty-Six started, “that would be—” “Who’s this?” a beige mare asked as she walked up. Three blue and yellow candy wrappers, 62. “Busted,” Fifty-Six jokingly whispered to Twilight. “Six, this is Sixty-Two, the pony here I trust completely and above all others.” “And why are we discussing this?” Sixty-Two asked, joining the table. “Six here wants to get a better feel for Ponyville.” “Oh, that’s easy,” Sixty-Two said. “Ponyville is a very nice place to live.” “Funny,” Twilight said, getting odd looks from the other two. “Well, you see it’s just that, if this is a perfectly nice place…then why are there no foals? Ponies get a great life once they talk, right? So why does nobody seem to have settled down?” Check. “Well,” Sixty-Two started slowly, “maybe some ponies,” she put a hoof on Fifty-Six’s shoulder, “aren’t the kind who—” “Everyone?” Sixty-Two paused. “…No.” “They why?” The other two glanced at each other. No response. “I think I’ve figured it out, stop me if you’ve heard this one,” Twilight continued. “You all realize how shady the stuff that goes on here is, don’t you? You just try to ignore it.” “Well,” Fifty-Six said, “admittedly…” “Fift—,” Sixty-Two tried cutting in. “Ponyville…,” she continued anyway, “never lost its initial ‘unsettling factor’.” Sixty-Two only stared at her companion. “I’ve never asked, but…I doubt I’m alone.” Twilight hid a smirk. Checkmate. “It’s best for us if we don’t dwell on those things,” Sixty-Two stated as plainly as possible. “Yeah,” Fifty-Six conceded. Then she whispered, “Especially after what happened to Eighty-Six and Ninety-Nine.” “Who?” asked Twilight. “Don’t—,” Sixty-Two tried to cut in again, “you’re going to, aren’t you?” “Some, mostly me,” Fifty-Six explained, leaning in, “say that they were spies sent here to infiltrate Ponyville. Number Two won’t admit anything more than that they were poking their noses where they didn’t belong, though. It’s all real suspicious.” “And what happened to them?” Twilight pressed. Fifty-Six paused, glancing around. “Don’t expect to run into them around town.” Twilight coughed to cover a gasp. “Also, best not to mention them too often. It’s kind of a touchy subject.” Reading the table, Twilight was about to excuse herself and leave, but stopped for one more thing. “Fifty-Six…what’s your name?” Sixty-Two slammed her hoof onto the table between them, impaling Twilight with a glare. “Yeah,” Fifty-Six said quietly, “best not to do that either. Sorry.” Twilight continued to wander through Ponyville again. She was going to have to do something about all these numbers. Nicknames should be easier to keep track of, but what to use? Eighty was an easy one: Pink. Call it rude, but Eighty-One had earned the mental nickname of Red-Eye. If she didn’t have time to be creative, then cutie marks should do fine. Mister annoyingly polite was Hourglass, and Fifty-Six and Sixty-Two were Lyre and Candy. As she walked, she came across a familiar sight floating above her. “You, cloud pony!” she called up to the low cloud. The rainbow tail shifted and a face looked over. “Hey, glad you’re still here,” the mare said. “That your idea of a joke?” “No, it’s my idea of being grateful that shadow serpent didn’t get you. Figuring it went after you, right? Sometimes I see it slip out and the new guy’s not around anymore.” Twilight tried not to visibly shudder. “In a different way, I’d want to not be around anymore.” “Still on that, eh?” “But there must be some kind of way out of here, right?” “Heh, yeah,” ‘Rainbow’?—No, not with that dull attitude. ‘Cloud’—said, adding in a mumble, “said the joker to the thief.” “What was that?” “I used to be like you,” Cloud continued, “convinced I could get out if I just had the right opportunity. I even tried it once or twice. Got caught, got stopped. I wasn’t punished for it. You know what they did? They put me in charge of maintaining the cloud cover, the very dome we’re all under. If an expert flier like me was ever gonna find a way out, there couldn’t have been a better position to do it from. And I’m still here, aren’t I?” “Okay…,” Twilight said. She looked up and around. “How come you couldn’t get out? They’re just clouds.” Cloud stared at her a second. “You’re clearly not a pegasus.” “Clearly,” Twilight said dryly. “Those ‘just clouds’ of yours are just…wrong. You just know you don’t want to touch them, not even a nudge. You don’t know why you don’t, something just tells you…you don’t.” “Then how do you manage them? And why not just blow them aside with your wings?” “That is how I maintain them, but it’s not enough to break past them. It’s like they suppress your wing power up close, or at least your willingness to use it. I heard from Fifty-Eight you tried going into the forest, you know what I’m talking about when I say it ‘convinces’ you not to keep going.” The silence of the forest creeped out from her memory, the dark path stretching away from her beginning to—she shook her head. “Fifty-Eight,” Twilight repeated. “You mean that yellow pegasus in the cottage?” “Yeah, her.” “Speaking of her,” she continued, “how come she gets her own unique building past the edge of town while everypony else seems to be stuck in an ordinary-looking house? I mean, I know they’re all different on the insides, but still.” “Pff, you won’t hear me spilling about that,” Cloud said, slipping away from the edge again, “you’ll have to take it up with her if you want an explanation. And if you’re a stranger, then good luck getting much of anything.” Hmm, Twilight thought to herself. Mental note. As Twilight wandered on aimlessly, Pink bounced up beside her again. She sighed, having gotten used to not having a chaperone. “So,” Pink asked, “have you gotten a better feel for the place?” “The cloud cover is still getting at me,” Twilight said, still walking along. “Haven’t you met Fifty?” Pink asked, undeterred and keeping pace. “Thought she’d explain it to you.” “Is that the cloud-lounger? Too busy waxing philosophical to talk normally.” “Basically,” Pink started, “it’s to stop the extreme weathers. It’ll never be too hot and sunny, nor will it ever be too overcast and stormy. Instead, rainclouds are individually placed and drained only when and where they’re needed. Number Seventy-Two oversees it, see? Right over there.” Pink stopped bouncing and pointed across in front of Twilight over to a yellow pegasus with a slick seafoam green mane, three water drops in her bicycle cutie mark. She was hovering beside a lone cloud floating feet over a market stand full of flowers outside a presumable flower shop, a light sprinkle falling from it. A pink earth mare with a green mane stood next to the flowers, with two white flowers and a 34 in her mark. “I wanna know…,” hummed the pegasus, “have you ever seen the rain? Comin’ down…a sunny day…” Twilight raised an eyebrow to Pink. “But doesn’t that mean that you’ll never—” “Not to worry,” Pink said triumphantly, “in case you’re ever feeling a need for those rainy day blues, you can just ask for a raincloud to be placed outside your window, it works wonders for soothing slumber or concentration.” Pink might’ve known that’s not what she meant. “Anything else?” Pink asked, leaning in with a smile. Twilight looked around, mostly to get Pink out of her face, but noticed an otherwise ordinary-looking house sitting alone atop a tall hill at the back edge of town, flanked by several trees. “You said a unique outside to the house means you’re important,” she said, “but what about location? Who gets to live up there?” Pink turned to see where she was pointing. She stopped smiling. “A-uuhhh…let’s keep going, shall we?” Pink said as she hastily trotted off. Before following, Twilight looked back up to the house. Mental note. “So,” Pink said hesitantly, “this us, uh…Town Hall…” “We’ve already been here.” “Oh have we…right.” Pink’s eyes jumped around before locking onto something. “Oh, look,” she said mechanically, “it’s Nine-ty-One. Hi, Nine-ty-One! How fun-ny to meet you here, to-tal co-in-ci-dence.” Twilight rolled her eyes as the white unicorn Ninety-One approached. Ninety-One cleared her throat before presenting, “Yesterday I may have seemed a bit snappy, but it was wrong of me to act like that. I apologize. Ponyville isn’t a place for bitterness.” “Did you get that from one of your posters?” Twilight replied. Hmm, would ‘Posters’ work? “You aren’t going to make this easy,” Ninety-One hissed through grit teeth, “are you?” No, ‘Scissors’, definitely. “But,” Scissors continued in a now cheerful and flowery voice, “they say the first step towards friendship is compromise, so how about if I give you the benefit of the doubt, you’ll tell me something about how you managed to get a Number so close to the top.” “You want it, it’s yours,” Twilight replied, Scissors snipping her closed mouth tighter as her eyes widened. “Just call in whoever gave us these bicycles to switch them, but I doubt you even questioned enough to know who that was.” And with that, she trotted off. After standing stunned a moment longer, Scissors looked to Pink. “Was it something I said?” As Twilight circled Town Hall, expecting to probably just meet Pink again after a complete orbit and continue the tour, she saw another pony, a white earth mare, coming out a side entrance onto the ground-level balcony. Hey, like the one she’d only glimpsed yesterday with Number Two. And from…wait, and? The mare had brownish black mane and tail buns, a large pair of black-rimmed glasses, and a white collar with red fluff. From somewhere, she just looked…where? “Hey…,” Twilight said, catching her attention, “hey, I-I know you.” “What?” the mare let out, stopping short on the steps. “N-nonsense, I…,” she craned her neck, “Number Six, is it? I’m afraid we haven’t met yet. You may have just seen me around Ponyville once or twice, it happens.” The mare started subtly backing away. “No, I know you,” Twilight insisted, stepping forward, “from outside—where do I know you from?” The pony turned and raced back to the entrance. “Hey, wait!” Twilight broke into a gallop. “Why do I know you?” The mare slipped inside, Twilight bounding into the doorway but jolting to a complete halt from a surging static pain—framed against a pale pink wall inside the Canterlot palace, the white mare with glasses stood attentively, a red glow around her horn—before being tossed back flat. Twilight grabbed her head, looking after the pony but too late. She leaned up, panting, “But you were…” “I see you’ve met Number Three,” said a familiar voice, “my personal assistant.” Number Two was suddenly standing beside Twilight. “But she—” “Yes, she’s been here longer than I have,” Number Two continued in her casual polite tone. “I’m not the first Number Two, you know, only the current one, but it’s been such a long term I’ve had it feels like it’s always just been me.” Pink bounced up alongside Number Two. “Hey Six, you ran off and the tour’s not over yet.” She looked at where Twilight had fallen. “Doorway troubles? Word of advice, it doesn’t like running starts.” Likely story, Twilight grumbled. Number Two turned to Pink. “I don’t suppose you’d mind if I took over the last leg of this tour to point out a few of the more practical locations, Number Eighty?” “Go right ahead, Number Two,” Pink replied with an overacted bow before bouncing off. “Now, Six,” Number Two said with a smile, “is there any question on your mind you think only I could answer?” “Who’s Number One?” Twilight asked. Number Two didn’t lose her smile. “Let me show you something…,” she cooed, walking off. Twilight stared after her. No, Number Two wasn’t getting a nickname, that would be too good for her. She followed. Near the edge of town, past a wall of shrubs, they arrived at a large wooden building with a dark red tiled roof. Number Two didn’t say anything about it as she led the way to the door, but Twilight guessed the large white monument sign out front bearing a red circle with a plus surrounded by hearts indicated a hospital of sorts. How thinly veiled. Inside, Number Two nodded to the receptionist and simply walked through the occupied waiting room deeper into the building. As Twilight followed, she noticed nopony scattered across the chairs or benches even blinked at her apparent line skipping. ‘Guest of Number Two’ must be a common enough occupation. They passed a few nurses and some chatter before taking an unlabeled door down an empty hallway. Conversations vanished behind them when the door shut, and as they continued, the hallway began to echo their hoofsteps more prominently. Pale green and yellow gave way to dull gray. After an empty silence, humming and beeping began to well up, colored lights flashing on the wall beside various doors. She guessed the average patient never made it this far in. A white earth mare with a pink mane and a nurse’s hat, bicycle cutie mark a red plus with hearts and a 79, was standing a bit past a metal door with a small round window and no handle. A purplish glow and a muffled, unplaceable sound came through the window. Looking up from a clipboard, she turned to them as Number Two walked up. “I’m just here to check on the patient,” Number Two said. “No change, I’m afraid,” Nurse Seventy-Nine replied. “We tried the new technique, but it doesn’t seem to be sticking any better than the others. Committed as I may be to her recovery, I’m not sure I can recommend bringing someone else to Ponyville just for a new strategy again.” Finding herself ignored as the conversation continued, Twilight’s curiosity took her to the door, a card reading ‘66’ placed in a holding slot. Peeking in the portal window, she saw a blank padded room bathed in a magenta light, a pair of orderlies standing beside a cyan earth mare in a white patient robe. Her pale gray mane was unkempt and her eyes open wide, gritting her teeth and making odd sounds as her head bobbed back and forth. A violet-coated nurse stepped up to the source of a circle of white light projected on the far wall and held a short length of rope into the beam. Upon seeing the serpentine shadow swaying on the wall, the patient gave an animalistic yipe and started barking madly at the silhouette. The nurse removed the rope, but the patient yowled at the ceiling, prompting a yellow-coated nurse across the room to run over. “Oh, what a pity she was,” Number Two sighed, now looking through the window too, ignoring Twilight’s flinch. “She tried to resist our guard dog, and now she may never enjoy life in Ponyville despite our best efforts.” The shadow serpent’s eyes flashed in Twilight’s mind, and she grabbed her head. “Luckily,” Number Two added without turning, “you’ve proven yourself smarter.” Twilight hid a glare at Number Two, then looked back in the window. Restrained by the orderlies, the presumed Number Sixty-Six continued barking at the nurses. She pulled a hoof free and swiped at the air in their direction, dropping from the other orderly’s grip to the soft floor. As the second nurse waved the orderlies back, Sixty-Six continued lying on her side and barking at nothing. Exiting the hospital, a bell tower elsewhere in town began chiming. The cloud cover had a hint of orange to it. “Oh, where did the time go?” Number Two said. “I’ve got to be off.” “What about the other stops?” Twilight asked in casual accusation. “You said there were a few.” “I think we can end the tour here today.” “Not even trying to hide the point, are we?” Twilight pressed. “Then just stop prancing around it.” “Very well,” Number Two turned to her, “I’ll ask you again. Why did you suddenly leave?” Twilight stared back silently. They want to know why I left? I left because I know. But I can’t let them know that. Because what I don’t know, is whether they’re part of it. She smiled. “Be seeing you,” she said courteously. “Oh look,” she started to trot away, “I’m fitting in already.” Despite her slightly amused look, Number Two did not respond. As Twilight entered the library, she found Pink waiting for her reading her open and empty communication book. “Finished already?” Pink asked. “Apparently,” Twilight said, trying to hide her true reaction. “So, did I complete the tour to your satisfaction?” “Don’t make it sound so formal, but yep, you’re still a bit green around the edges, but you’re listening and improving just fine. Answering their questions isn’t part of my job, so you pass!” “Great, great,” Twilight said impatiently. “So, what was it exactly that let those words vanish?” “Eh, nothing too special,” Pink waved off, reaching into her mane, “just this disappearing ink.” She pulled out a navy blue inkwell with the shape of an ink drop drawn in a dotted line. “My own special blend, patent not pending, as it only works because it’s real hush-hush-like. This will erase itself from both your and the receiving book, but you already figured that part out, didn’t you?” “Mm-hm,” Twilight murmured, walking up for a closer look. She had to have— “Ah—not so fast,” Pink stuffed the inkwell away again, “can’t just let everypony have a bottle. But because you were such a good participant on the tour today, I’ll give you a special offer. Say I’m your friend and I’ll give you some of the ink.” “Eighty, for that ink, I’ll say you’re my best friend.” “Really?” Pink pressed, jumping to attention. “Because I take that talk very seriously.” Twilight shook her head with a smile. “Of the ponies I know in Ponyville, you are absolutely my closest friend.” “Hmmmm…,” Pink said, staring closely at Twilight. Twilight gave the most innocent-looking grin she could. It wouldn’t have convinced her. “Good enough!” The tip of Pink’s mane arched back into the rest of it and fished out the inkwell, tossing it for Twilight to catch with magic. “Thanks,” Twilight said, setting it on the center table. “And remember, this never happened.” Pink winked at her and trotted to the door, but stopped. “Oh, just so you know for the future, there’s a lights-out curfew shortly after sundown. Since there’s no moon or stars to see, it’s a bit too dark to be doing things outside, and no reasons to not get a full night’s rest. Be seeing you.” And with that, she slipped out. “Disappearing ink, huh?” Twilight mused, turning back to the inkwell. Her horn lit up. “Let’s add to that, shall we…” * * * That night, a pony walked softly along the dark and empty streets of Ponyville, a whitish glow coming from above as the cloud layer spread the orb of moonlight across the entire sky, until they heard voices coming from nearby. “Your strategic placement close to her will be very advantageous, don’t you agree?” said a recognizable voice. The pony tiptoed up to the corner of a building and peeked around it, seeing Number Two a short ways down speaking to someone out of view. “Fear not,” Number Two continued. “There’s no blot on your record, and this will be an important service to your Ponyville.” She held out a large envelope. “You’ll find the details of your assignment in here. We’ll be watching your progress with great interest.” Twilight sat at a table in her room with an open journal and a single candle, the wide window letting the night spill in, but apparently not letting the light spill out, being much smaller when viewed from the outside. Still, heck with lights-out, but no need to risk attracting attention with more than the candle. Silently, she watched a scribble of ink in the corner of the page fade from view, not even leaving an impression in the paper. She waited a few seconds, then lit up her horn, slowly leaning in. As her magic’s purple glow spread onto the page corner, the ink faded back in, but vanished as she pulled away again. She smiled. She dipped the quill in her new ink again and started writing. “‘Twilight Sparkle, Entry #1. Who’…‘is’…‘Number’…‘One?’”