"The moon hung high in the sky, blanketing all in it's soft glow while the rain was beginning to let down a gentle drizzle all over the lonely town of Ponyville. It was the kind of night where folks might have gone a wandering. And maybe my partner, Anonymous, has done just that. But folks don't just up and wander away without so much as a goodbye. Especially not in this town. So I had some questions. Questions that needed answers, luckily I knew just the folks to get them from," you monologue dryly as you stare out to the window.
You put on your private dick hat then grab a box of pocky's for pretend cigarettes and set out as a mare on a mission.
Anon is still out at work, and he's later than usual. Personally, you don't mind all that much but you're bored and so the noir detective is the best thing you've got to keep yourself entertained until he gets home.
Your first stop is the lounge room or, as you've reimagined it, the docks. Cheshire was one of those shady folks that were known for helping out both sides of the fence yet he's not that much of a talker. But if you wanted to find what happened to Anon, you'd have to find a way to make that cat sing. You step past all the smoke and commotion the common folk around these parts are getting into and make a straight line to Cheshire. He was sitting above some crates, stock and things, brimming widely from ear to ear as much as his cheeks would allow when he notices your approach.
"Listen here, cat, I'm not here for games. I'm looking for Anonymous."
Cheshire continues to smile and eye you.
"Tall. Green skin. Stupid looking face. The kind of partner that couldn't do a damn thing without me watching over him. Ring any bells on that collar, huh?"
That smug little grin is getting on your nerves, the kind of grin that knows but won't move to say a word. You chew on a pocky a little and play the waiting game. A game Cheshire is a master at while you have little patience for anything, let alone waiting to get what you want. You give up with a loud groan then you spit out the pocky.
"Alright, I thought we could be cool cats about this, but it looks like I'm going to have to do with the hard way."
With your magic, you hold Cheshire's arms and legs so you can pummel the little rat. But just as you're about to land the first hit, the voice of a goody two shoes police bear calls out.
"Miss Moonie, I hope you're playing nice with old Cheshire."
"Sir Bearington," you exclaim as you let Cheshire free.
"That's officer Sir Bearington."
Sir Bearington was one those of honest, by the book till the bitter end kind of cops. The only one in this city. It was cute seeing the naive officer waddle about, thinking he could make a real difference.
"Officer Sir Bearington, my apologies."
He nods. You turn back around to see Cheshire has run off somewhere. Now you're pretty pissed at the officer for ruining your best chance at landing a lead on this case. But you're not about to show that.
"What brings you to this part of the slums, officer?"
"Missing person's case. I think you know the guy."
"Anon?"
"Yeah, what do you know about Mr Anonymous' disappearance?"
He takes out a notepad and pen as he watches you carefully.
"You've got to be kidding me? You think that I had some--"
"Just answer the question."
"The only thing I know is that he hasn't been seen or heard from for the whole day. I was the last person to speak to him and that was at breakfast. He was in a rush. Ran out with a slice of toast in his mouth."
"Any idea why he hasn't come back?"
"If I knew that, I wouldn't be out right now searching for answers."
"And what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Any reason why you wouldn't want Anonymous to come back?"
You grit your teeth and do your best not to tear the bear apart, it's not what Anon would have wanted.
"I have thousands of reasons to be annoyed at Anon. He took my rubber sword of me when I poked him in the eye by accident, I have a set bed time, I have to eat everything on my plate before I can leave the table, some nights he forgets to tell me a bed time story, I get sent to a school for children despite being over a thousands years old, I'm still grounded from taking over Equestria and the list goes on. But none of them are severe enough where I don't want him to return. Anon is the kind of pain in the butt you like to keep around," you answer in an irate tone before talking a deep breath.
"That's sweet," he replies in a flat, uncaring tone.
Suddenly the door swings open, letting in a gush of the cold night air. In the doorway, Anon can be seen drenched and out of breath.
The rain has picked up and so he must have run home with only a jacket as cover. He takes his shoes off in the doorway there before stepping inside. Then he notices your hat.
"Detective Moonie, have you cracked the case yet?" he asks.
"Yup. In record time too," you beam proudly.
He pets you with a wet hand as he walks past you, his steps making sloshing sounds on the carpet.
"Hey, I always new my favourite little detective could do it. Sorry I'm late. Mayor Mare and I were just finalising some details for some upcoming events. By the way, no more leaving your half eaten pockys on the floor or I'm talking them away."
He picks up the pocky you spat out earlier and throws it in the bin before heading into the shower.
You wait a while for him to be finished, then the two of you eat dinner then head to bed. Thankfully he remembers to tell you a bed time story tonight about loose canon detectives who don't follow anybody's rules but their own as they try to solve the case and get the dame.