//------------------------------// // Interviews // Story: Bloody Good Show // by Shadow Valkyrie //------------------------------// Chapter 4: "Prince Blueblood? You have been in there for quite some time, you need to get out of there, or the public will be concerned." No answer to the servant, though, he might also be considered a butler. "There is no probable cause for you to be in there for this long. It is irrational." Still no answer. "Fine. I'm coming in there, but no longer that I have to." He inserted the key he had been entrusted with into the lock, and the door creaked open. The first thing that he noticed out of place was the key on the floor. "Hmm. Now I have to pick up after your messes. Hmph!" He place the key on the nearby table that was at the entryway: a sensible place to put your keys. He looked to the floor to see the tracks of dirt in the imprint of horseshoes leading into and out of the place of residence. "Had some company tonight, eh? Well, I can imagine that it was another one of those phony salesponies that intend to walk throughout the house, 'browsing' as they claim to be doing. You always fall for that trick." The next thing he notice out of place was the bowl of candied pineapples. They weren't just eaten, the entire bowl was gone. Usually, if this happened, Blueblood was moping or crying. This happened last year when his "date" had enough of his unchivalrous tendencies. "Have you taken the sweets into your room again? If so, did someone else humiliate you this year?" He entered the living room to see dots of blue fluid staining the carpet. He knew about the medical condition Buleblood had: his blood was actually blue. "Caught a bloody muzzle, have you? I'll find a tissue box for you if I find it." The important thing he noticed out of place: the body of Blueblood, with a message written in fluid drained from his corpse. "Holy Celestia, that is not good." "So you were the one to discover the body?" Hidden Detail asked. "Yes. I am his butler, but sometimes he treated me like a servant. I come around to service him every morning, noon, and evening. But this evening... is my last." "Do you know if anyone who would wish to harm him?" "I could give you a list of suspects, but it would not narrow it down much. He is... was not very charismatic, and lacked politeness and chivalry. He cared only for himself. You could ask his date last year; he treated her poorly." "What is her name?" "I believe it is Rarity." "Anything else you can tell me?" "There were track in and out of the house. They led into an alleyway, but I'm not sure from there." "Why don't we see?" "Alright, detective. Let's see." They followed the trail of hoof prints, hoping that they would lead to some evidence to catch the killer. What they found was a smoldering suit, shoes and tie, and a burnt rubber mask. Also in the mix was a crispy can of spray paint. "Damn it! The evidence is here, but it's tampered. And no suspect either." "Thank you, captain obvious." "I'm not a captain yet. Besides, that job is taken. Can you show me who this 'Rarity' is?" "Your name is 'The Doctor'? That's not a name, it's a pseudonym. An A.K.A. Who are you, really?" "The Doctor is my code name detective..." "Sherlock Hooves. Now show me a real ID, else I will have to have you arrested for obstruction of justice." "Okay, fine." "That paper is blank, sir." "Oh! Why is the detective of the police so smart?! Ditzy, please help me with this guy." "He's an alien from another world with a phone box that can travel anywhere in time and space, and if anyone knows his real name bad stuff will happen." "Derpy!" "Thank you for telling the truth. Was that really so hard... Doctor?" "Why is the officer coming over to me? I didn't do anything wrong." Rarity told herself "Rarity, is it?" "Yes, madame. What do you require?" "I am detective Hidden Detail, and Prince Blueblood is dead." "Sweet Celestia! Who happens to be present, actually. I meant to humiliate him, not drive him to suicide!" "No, no! You didn't do that! I think. He was murdered, by the looks of it. But to cut to the chase, did you kill him?" "No! Applejack here can vouch for me." "'s true. She was with me the whole time." "Do you know of anypony who would wish to do him harm?" "Let me think... Oh, I would say about a couple thousand individuals. Blueblood was a total... jerk! Even I would be driven to hurt him after last year. You shouldn't be looking at Canterlot, but at all of Equestria!" "So, now we have no leads. Terrific."