Anon makes prosthetics, but despite the words of others, he isn't happy with them.

Just a little short story I made while working on another fic. Not sure if I'll do more, but if there's enough interest, I have a few ideas for where to go with it.

This story is a sequel to Five Centuries Of Peace

All things, both good and otherwise must end... Or so they say, anyway.

Check out the first in the series, here!

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A lot of things have changed in Sunny Flare's life between her sophomore and junior years. Her mother, Abacus Cinch, retired; she got her first summer job; and she's started treating her associates like actual friends instead of warm bodies to hide from the conniving masses behind.

It's now the day before Ghouloween (the Pedestrian equivalent to Nightmare Night, for the ponies in the audience), and Sunny's got her first report card of the new Principal Cadance's tenure. After two years of perfect grades... this one's... not perfect.

Unbeknownst to Sunny while she tries to figure out how to explain this to her mother, the former Principal of Crystal Prep already knows why this happened. Sunny Flare might never see the bombs drop, but this reveal will leave a smoking crater in her soul just like the real deal.

And someday wasn't a very hopeful promise, but she still hold onto it. Because if not, what else could she do?

I wrote this having the So Many Words Never Said universe in mind. But since it's based on events I haven't posted yet, you can come up with your own conclusions.

Cover art by Twilight-Sparkle-Things

Poor Spike, all he wanted to do is spend time near the pony he adores. Now, because of one little lie, he's in real trouble. A geography bee, a macabre doppelgänger, and an icebox all play their part as Spike and Rarity once again find themselves on pins and needles...