Trixie stared at the group she had been left with; the jocks. She was unsure how exactly this had happened. She knew none of these people, yet here they were laid out like an army! She turned her attention to the cinema and the police before her, an idea building in her mind.
"You two!" She shouted pointing to the two of the strongest looking men "Trixie needs a stage! Get her a crate!" The two ran off to do as she ordered. "You!" She shouted to a rather spry young athlete. "Go to Trixie's home and bring her her suitcase!" The girl ran off while Trixie directed her attention to the rest. "You! Do something obnoxious, and keep the police busy until Trixie is ready to begin her POLICE DISTRACTACULAR!"
The two officers watching the cinema stared as Trixie began leading a crowd to her whim, absolutely confused.
"What is she doing?" The older of the two officers asked.
"I think they're protesting something." The younger suggested.
"There'd be a larger group." Microchips and his crew sneaked behind the two officers. Trixie's distraction working before it even began.
"You don't know that. They might just be protesting something people like."
"That never stopped anyone before. You remember those kids protesting the fried chicken and taco place?"
"I remember that! It must've been... what, about two years ago?"
"Yeah... when does regulation say a protest turns into a mob?"
"About... two hours or 600 people, whichever comes first."
Inside the cinema, Microchips stared at everything. The floors were sticky and covered with everything from spilled soda to popcorn to a few substances he couldn't recognize. The counters & machines were covered in fingerprints and smudges, the artificial butter coated the popcorn machine in LAYERS. The candy boxes were strewn about wildly inside the case and the air conditioning made an obnoxious rattling sound, not to mention the bathrooms. Microchips sighed and he and his crew got to work.
Sandlewood had drawn attention excellently, he and his group having started the protest the officers positioned in the cinema would have wanted. His crew had done their best to create picket signs and tried to flag down passing drivers. What were they protesting, you ask? Why, a cause everyone could agree on: The carnival being shut down.
"This funfair is unfair!" He shouted over his megaphone, into the streets. "We get school off, and the places we want to go get shut down? That's not funny!" He shouted. Sandlewood had gathered quite a mob doing this. The carnival workers, local families, and even students who weren't called to the meeting. They all came from miles around to voice their annoyance over the situation. It certainly helped that the crime the police claimed to be investigating made absolutely no sense.
While the police tried their best to contain the increasingly aggravated crowd, Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, and Apple Bloom lead the rest of the group into the fair. It wasn't easy though, CSIs worked hard and fast doing their damnedest to contain every single piece of evidence, including items clearly completely unrelated!
"They're still going?" Scootaloo asked.
"I wish that Horsatio Kane fella were here, he'd be finished halfway through the week." Apple Bloom mumbled. "He'd show these CSI's what real policin's like."
"Mom and dad won't let me watch that show..." Sweetie confessed as they crew began dispersing. Scootaloo took her group to the fun-house, Apple Bloom the food stalls, and Sweetie Belle the rides.
Lyra and Bon-bon stared at the school laid out before them. The process of entering was actually really simple, considering all they had to do was wait in the bushes and climb in through one of the school's dozens of windows in order to enter. The real problem was where to begin?
"The pane glass window might be a good place." Lyra suggested.
"What about starting from the basement up?"
"I heard the basement's haunted."
"All the more reason to clean it first, get it out of the way."
"We have, like, ninety kids with us, Bon-Bon, how are we supposed to keep track of all of them in a haunted basement?"
"It's not really haunted, Lyra. The school janitor didn't REALLY get locked in the furnace. People would have heard him screaming."
"They can still hear him screaming late at night, Bon-bon."
"But it's not late at night." The groups of students began dispersing to get to work by themselves, realizing these two would be at this for quite a while.
"Then you shouldn't be afraid of the screams!"
"I'm not afraid, you are!"
"I am not!"
Tested stared at the police officers who kept trying to turn her away from the school. "No, I'm supposed to be here."
"Please, stop that, it's annoying."
"I am getting slightly upset."
"Do you know who I am?"
"Yeah!" One officer finally said, fed up with all her talking. "You're some kid who just won't leave! What do you want in there anyways?"
"I want to go in."
"Yes, we have established this, but for what purpose?"
"I am part of Princess Inapan's plot to conquer your puny world and any mistreatment you perform unto me will likely result in the termination of the human race." The police officer stared at her, unhappily. Tested sighed and tried this again. "I want to look at the horse statue, whatever is in the building is completely irrelevant to my interests."
"The statue?" The officer said. "Sure, you can look at that. But you aren't going past this police line, got it kid?"
"I've been past that line multiple times before sir."
Tested approached the Wondercolts statue, scratching her chin. She took out a device and began scanning various areas of the statue, quickly hitting a spike. Reaching towards it, she felt her hand sink in. It felt like a warm liquid had flowed onto her hand. She moved and flexed, trying to feel if there was anything of danger. Nodding softly, she tried pushing her way through the portal.
Inside was something she had not anticipated. Before her was a large, spanning blue desert. Nothing but sand and several, unidentifiable celestial bodies in the sky that shone harsh, brutal rays onto it.
She tried to go forward, but felt something holding her back by her hand and belt. She identified, quickly, that it was her blaster and scanner, and seemingly trapped outside of the dimension she had entered. Shaking her head and returning to Canterlot High, she shuddered as her body tried to adjust to the sudden shift of temperature.
"Interesting..." was all she had to say on the matter before going back to the mothership, writing notes about the discovery.
Inapan stared at the results from the lab, her brow furling as she tried to interpret it.
"Sunset Shimmer is not human." She said, hoping that repeating it once more would make it suddenly understandable. "Sunset Shimmer is a cross-breed, she has the appearance of a human being but has the base genome of an entirely different species, and the two genetic make-ups result in an anomaly of intergalactic medicine." She took out the notes on Flash's DNA and compared it side-by-side with Shimmer's, growing more and more confused. "How is this possible? How could she even... she's literally impossible!" Princess took a deep breath, setting the notes down and thinking. "...Are there others like her?" She smiled devilishly as she asked herself. "And if there aren't, is there any way to replicate this?" She looked at Shimmer's hair samples.