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The relative silence was perfect.
For once she wasn’t finding the lack of noise to be a burden. It was actually good. It gave her time to think, to recover, to ponder and puzzle. It was great for her to come to terms with her situation.
But it wasn’t too silent. The crackling of the hearth filled the space, and the sound of a drink being brewed and food being cooked in the kitchen nearby melded together to create a beautiful harmony. Not too loud, not too soft.
The hospitality of the pegasus, no, Ditzy, was amazing. She had taken her in without asking questions and rescued her from the relentless pursuers. She hadn’t asked why she was out in the rain, or why she was getting chased, she just went with it and took in a pony in need. To be honest, she didn’t think that she’d be able to answer even if Ditzy did ask.
Ditzy was already her favourite pony. Out of everyone else that she knew this new pegasus was the only one that had shown her any affection, the rest had just shunned her and her images.
She sighed and relaxed into the couch, allowing the warmth to better permeate her freezing bones. The rain outside was still going strong, a torrential downpour that washed away anything and everything. The wind had actually picked up, whistling through the streets and creating an eerie howling noise, the unlatched windows still banging on walls.
But that all felt like another world to the pink pony. She was inside now, away from the harsh wind and the bone-chilling rain. She was inside, being helped by a pony for no other reason than the goodness in her heart.
Why couldn’t the other be like that? Why did they have to chase her, and persecute her for something that she had had no hoof in? She still didn’t know why they were chasing her, or why they had make her others disappear. She only knew that they had made them go, and that she was lonelier for it.
Why had the other-hers gone away? She could faintly remember a time when it was only her and one other, and then they’d realised that with only two of them it wasn’t as fun. The two of her both discovered, together, that things were much more fun with more ponies.
Then why did they all have to go again if things were better? Why couldn’t that purple unicorn see that she’d been having the time of her life? It was obvious that things were better with more having fun.
And why didn’t the other-hers realise what was happening?
That was the biggest question on her mind. If they were systematically disappearing, why didn’t they try to do something to try and escape? Why did they just sit there as if nothing was happening? She may not have been able to actually know what they were thinking exactly, but that didn’t stop her from getting the tiniest glimpse into their feelings.
And the only thing that she’d felt was fun. Throughout the whole day it was just fun fun fun, nothing else. Even when they were sitting there, vanishing through the actions of the purple one, they were still having fun. Sure, it was a competitive fun, but it was still fun. They thought it was a game, they thought that they were having fun. They didn’t question it, they didn’t argue, they just accepted it.
Come to think of it, the only her that hadn’t been having fun the whole day was the one that she’d found crying, sad for some reason. Why was she different from the rest? Why was it that, when she should have been having fun, she was sad? Did she know something? Something that the other-hers should have known?
More to the point, why didn’t she know what emotions the other-her was feeling when she met her? Why did she have no idea what sadness was, or loss, or grief, or mourning, or depression…
Why why why why why why?
There were so many questions, so many things that she didn’t know, so much to be discovered, to figure out, to explain. It was confusing to say the least. Here she was, being chased and running for her life, and she didn’t even know the reasons for it!
She didn’t ask for this! She didn’t ask to be chased, or to be hunted, or attacked, or yelled at, or to be sad!
She just…
She just wanted…
Fun…
Her face fell forward, her smooth, straight mane falling over her head and hiding her eyes. Her eyes were closed, determined not to shed any more tears. She’d already given enough.
But she couldn’t stop thinking about the other-hers, so naïve, so trusting, so unaware…
…so gone.
She could see them in her mind. These happy balls of fun. They were so lively in her imagination, bouncing around the walls of her head, laughing and enjoying themselves, so carefree, not thinking of the future but instead living for the present. They weren’t sad, they weren’t worried, they weren’t stressed, they weren’t confused. They just did what they knew.
They had fun.
She wanted that back. She wanted the ignorance. She wanted the simple life, just her and her images, having fun without a care in the world.
But that dream was just that: a dream. That time in her life was already gone, replaced by anguish and despair. Why did it have to go? Why did the purple unicorn have a problem with the other-hers doing what they did best? They didn’t even know anything else!
Oh, but what was the use anymore…
She sighed heavily and leaned back in the couch, her eyes closed. She looked peaceful, and any pony that looked at her might have thought that she was sleeping, so quiet and relaxed.
But on the inside she was in turmoil. Her mind raced furiously trying to figure out something. She raged, she screamed, she puzzled.
And she didn’t come to any useful conclusion. She just didn’t know enough to figure out the one question that she wanted answered.
Why.
Why did these things happen.
Why was she chased.
Why did she have all of these feelings.
Why was she alone.
Why did the others want her gone.
Why was Ditzy showing sympathy when nopony else would.
And the answer? Nothing. She didn’t know. She just had to accept that these things were happening, and that she had no control over them whatsoever. Her actions were next to futile.
Why couldn’t her life have just stayed simple? Why did it have to be so very very complicated? What was wrong with just letting her go, forgetting about the whole mix up in the first place?
She just wanted somepony to understand…
The silence stretched on indefinitely. The crackling fire burned, the rain fell quietly, the wind howled, and life went on without her. She really had nothing to do but accept that she was being chased, and that nothing she could do would change that at all.
Her eyes snapped open. She needed something to do, no matter what it was, just to get her mind off what was happening. For a moment she stared at the fire, letting its dancing entrance her for a while, the deep red flickering over her eyes.
She tore her eyes away, scanning the room around her. There had to be some sort of activity that she could partake in. A board game? Didn’t look like there was one. Drawing materials? Nope, nothing there.
Books? Plenty.
The pink pony sat up and – with difficulty – removed herself from the heavenly couch, promising to return to it later. The bookshelf in the corner of the room beckoned to her. Ordinarily she might have found something better to do, but there really was nothing, and she did not want to risk going outside, not when those ponies were out there looking for her.
She searched the bookshelf for an interesting spine, a name that would jump out at her, a name that she knew.
Nothing. There wasn’t a single familiar name on anything. But why would there be? She couldn’t remember plenty of things. She hadn’t even known what those ponies were called, and they were supposed to be her friends!
Supposed to…
Shaking the thought out of her head, she redoubled her efforts to find anything interesting. Absolutely nothing caught her attention, but there had to be something! She had to have some memory of a book, some memory of anything! How would she not know any of the titles?! She couldn’t even bring up a name of a book that she had read once upon a time!
Why couldn’t she remember these things?
Why didn’t she have these memories?
Why would names slip out of her head?
Why was her life foggy, her recollections faded?
More why, piling up in her head, hundreds of questions that needed to be answered but couldn’t. It frustrated her, made her angry, made her furious.
And it made her sad, and insecure, and scared.
She slammed a hoof against the bookshelf, her head resting on the side of it. She practically slumped on it, barely holding herself up. Looking back up at the books, she tried her futile search again, her vision suddenly clouded by something wet.
“No,” she whispered, “no. There’s got to be something here.” Even to her ears it sounded weak and uncertain.
“No, “ she repeated, “No, no, no, no…”
It became a mantra to her, a phrase that she uttered over and over again as she turned the bookcase inside out, reading each spine over and over in the hope that it might spark some sort of memory in the deepest recesses of her mind.
And not a single memory emerged. Nothing answered her call, and the mantra was repeated again, and again, and again…
And again…
And again…
Finally she slumped to the ground, not even bothering to stand up properly. What did it matter where she sat anyway, she would still have the same thoughts regardless. And those thoughts were not nice, or comforting, or welcome in the least. Instead they were cruel and harsh and threatening. And all the while she kept trying to bring up memories.
And still none came.
With an exception.
A scene played through her head. It was like watching a projection, realistic and life-like as it was…
Another her, the memory-her, was hopping along, uncaring, unwanting, just happy to be having fun. And then she tripped on something and stumbled. What was it?
It was another her, but it was different. It was experiencing feelings that none of the others had. She was sad, and they were happy. But why? Why was this one sad? The memory-her was trying to talk to the sad pony. Couldn’t she see that the pony didn’t want to talk? See that the pony was sad, not looking for fun?
Why didn’t the memory-her understand what the other-her was feeling?
Why was she thinking differently to the memory-her, the way she had thought only a short while ago? What had changed in the interim? Lots of things. But what had changed in her thoughts? She could almost hear herself think.
And then she heard, and it scared her.
Fun! Fun! Fun! Find fun! Fun, nothing else! Fun’s the only thing that matters!
Unfun? Is that what she’s having?
No! Can’t you see that she’s sad? She wants to be left alone!
She’s unfun! I’ll talk to her! Maybe she’ll have some fun with me!
No! Just leave her alone! She doesn’t want fun at the moment!
Hmmm, that’s weird, but she sad that she wants to be left alone… Is that fun?
No… it’s not… it’s not fun… Why won’t you listen to me?!
Oh well! That must be her idea of fun!
Can’t you hear me! It’s not fun! It’s not fun! She’s not having fun!
Meh, I’ll ask her if she wants fun later! I’ve got fun to find!
Stop, please stop, you’re scaring me…
Fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun! Where’s fun? Fun? I want fun, is there fun here?
Stop asking for fun! Ask for something else, anything! Please!
Huh, a forest? That’s… different, but still fun! Now where’s the fun hiding? Fun? Where are you? Huh? That was weird…
What? What’s weird, what’s happening?
Climb the tree climb the tree. Search search…
There! Go! Run! Find fun in Ponyville! Where’s everypony else? Meh, maybe they’re having the fun I want! Which way… Blue and pink! Follow them!
Oh no, no, not this again. I don’t want it. I don’t want it!
Ooh, big building. I wonder if it has fun? Wow, that looks like a weird game! Wha-
What’s this?
No. Don’t.
Ooh, that looks like fun! And I wan-
I don’t want-
Huh? What’s that feeling? Feels weird… Oh, it went away kinda. That’s good-
That’s bad-
Wow, that feelings getting strong now, what is it? This isn’t fun right? I want fun, not this! This doesn’t feel right! Make it sto-
Stop, please stop!
I don’t want to feel it again…
Please…
Please…
Make it stop…
She could hear the memory still, quietly playing in her mind. The memory-her’s thoughts were in complete shambles, breaking apart at the seams. Any semblance of structure was quickly disappearing, and the mindless chant of fun had derailed, the thoughts and emotions changing, evolving.
In short, she was unrecognisable. The image of the bright and happy pony had vanished completely, replaced by a picture of a snivelling wreck, collapsed upon the ground.
And the fireplace crackled in the background, and the rain continued regardless.
The memory retreated, the haze of recollection fading away. But the picture of the distraught pony didn’t, it stayed and sat there, an ugly stain on a bright canvas of a room.
And then the pony felt a small pressure on her leg. It was just the slightest touch, but it was enough to distract her.
She lifted her head up from the floor, uncurling after her horrifying experience. Her hair was damp and matted, her mane tangled and messy, her eyes red and bloodshot.
The source of the pressure backed up slightly, recoiling at the sight of her.
The source being a small foal.
She was a light grey unicorn, a blonde mane just like Ditzy, and she was only very young from the look of her. She gave a hasty smile and tried to mask the shock she’d gotten from seeing another pony – a grown mare nonetheless – curled up on the floor crying.
The pink pony wiped her nose and cracked a smile, trying to pass off the incident like nothing. She didn’t want a filly getting involved in her situation.
“Hi,” she said softly, rising from the floor, “uhhh, what’s your name?”
The filly relaxed slightly, “My name’s Dinky!” She paused, “and what are you doing here?”
Dinky’s eyes narrowed, “Are you a robber?” She jumped into a ‘fighting’ pose, “’cause if you are…” she trailed off threateningly.
She just watched the filly, chuckling slightly, all worries gone. The sheer excitement and happiness that this one pony exuded was intoxicating. She was like a powerhouse of youthful energy.
She smiled softly. “No,” she said, “I’m not a robber.” She paused, wondering what to say. “I’m just… lost.”
The filly grinned. “Why didn’t you say so? I’ll go a-“
“Dinky! Where are you? Dinner’s ready!” a voice called through the kitchen doorway. Ditzy walked through a moment later and froze, an unsure look on her face.
“Ahh, Dinky,” she started, “I see that you’ve met our new guest.”
Dinky nodded enthusiastically. “I sure did! She’s cool and stuff! Oh oh! And she’s lost too! I was thinking that we could help her find her home!”
The pegasus smiled gently, “I’m sure that we will. In the meantime however, you’ve got some dinner to eat, and then I’m thinking it’ll be time for you to go to bed, hmmm?”
Dinky groaned, “But mum!”
“No buts, you go and start eating, I’ve got to talk to… Pinkie here for a second…”
Dinky hurried out of the room, grumbling under her breath. She shot one last glance at her before exiting, a look that said ‘this isn’t over yet!’
The pink pony smiled and sat down on the couch again, wiping the last of the tears from her eyes. Ditzy sat down on another couch and stared into the fireplace, the reflection visible on her wonky eyes.
Ditzy Doo sighed and smiled at her, her face lighting up. “I see that you’ve met my daughter, Dinky.”
The pink pony looked towards the kitchen. “Yeah,” she said, “I did. She’s very… fun.” She tried to hide the involuntary shudder as she said the word.
Ditzy nodded, “That’s one way of describing her.” She paused for a second and grew serious. “She’s been through a lot, that filly, and I’ve been through a lot with her…
“But she’s mine at the end of the day, and I love her, and nothing will change that…”
Ditzy looked at her. “You remind me a lot of Dinky. You look like you’ve been through a lot, and I can’t help but feel that you probably need my help in some way. Would I be wrong in saying that?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so… I’m… lost, and I’m not sure what to do…”
Ditzy nodded. “Okay, I can understand that. What I want to know here is, why were you being chased? I want to know why a pony like you would be in an alley in the middle of a storm.”
She didn’t know what to say, she didn’t have the answer. For at least a minute she just sat there, trying to think of a reason. “I’m not sure why they’re after me…” she said eventually, “I just… I just don’t know where I went wrong…”
The pegasus gave a concerned look. “I don’t quite like the sound of that, sounds like some ponies are jumping to conclusions.” She leaned over a rested a hoof on the pink pony’s shoulder. “Just remember that if you need any help, I’ll be there, okay?”
She looked like she was going to say more, but a shout interrupted her.
“Mum!” said the voice, “I finished dinner! Can you read me a story before bed?”
The pegasus turned slightly. “Did you finish your lettuce?”
“...Yes?” the voice shouted in reply.
Ditzy shook her head in mock annoyance before turning to face her. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to read her a quick bedtime story or she won’t fall asleep.”
She was almost out of the room before she turned around. “Just… think about what I’ve said, okay?” She then turned to the corridor. “I’m coming, Dinky! Hang on a sec!”
The pink pony was left in the room, alone. But she didn’t feel alone at all. She’d just had the kindest offer put forward to her by a complete stranger, and she knew that if things got worse that she’d have a pony to lean on for support.
Her eyes teared up again, but not for the usual reason. She was happy and relieved. She felt like the end might just be in sight. She owed so much already to the motherly pegasus, and she had no way of ever repaying it. She’d saved her life already, and now she was doing more.
She sent a glance towards the doorway that Ditzy had walked out of and silently thanked her, before curling up on the couch and letting the warmth of the fireplace seep into her and rock her to sleep.
Thank you Ditzy, she thought, thank you for everything.
Maybe I’ll have a chance in this after all…
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Oh my... This is amazing... Keep up the good work... Please.
two words.
The.
Feels.
I really love your Dinky! So adorable
2:20 am, about to go to bed. *checks updates & Sits back down* "Sleep is for the weak, this story updated
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Nice chapter, lots of inner turmoil for Pinkie's double. She must learn to disguise herself and see the Princess for asylum, maybe see Luna. Luna would know best about being shunned/hated. She learns this either from Ditzy or maybe the Library which could be tense or include Pinkie's double fighting for survival, maybe getting on the train as Twilight pursues her.
Or maybe she goes to the police.
*Police: How can we help you.
*Pinkie Double: I'd like to report a-a mass murder
*Proceed from there
(Eventual) Happiness!
Strange... usually people wait until the tenth episode before having a clip-show... nah I'm kidding. Excellent chapter, keep it up
1677320
Going to the police is good and all, but there's no evidence.
The clones disappeared in puffs of smoke, they didn't leave anything behind. No bodies, no projectiles, no evidence, no case.
1677320
yeah i've got to admit the legal consequences of twilight killing the doubles will be interesting. If Pinkie-double is considered a living being then all the others will be as well . so what will Celestia do to the mane 6 as punishment. She would have to choose between those she cares about and upholding the law since its not like the smarty pants incident where Celestia let twilight off with a slaped hoof for using mind control.
Aww...
1677320
Does make me wonder about Ponyville law enforcement. Remember, the townsponies went to Twilight about the issue in the first place. 'Mass murder? We'd better talk to Twilight, she'll know what to do.'
Existential and depressing, but with undercurrents of cautious hope.
......
I like it.
I always thought (in the actual show 3/3) that the FIRST clone showed a lot more heart than the other clones did. That the copy was greater than the copies of the copies. And yes my thought was that Twilight Sparkle in 3/3 was a murderess. The mane 6 all culpable (except for pinkie) due to not even questioning whether or not they should destroy the clones.
PLEASE.... MOAR!
Still, if she is supposed to be her own pony... I would imagine something will happen to her cutie mark since no two marks are alike heh.
I don't know how to say this without sounding like a dick, so I'm going to dive in anyway.
Everything in this story is calculated to produce 'feels'. By itself that isn't bad, but you're being too obvious about it and using all of the cliches of the genre: a hunted, misunderstood protagonist, a group of powerful, determined antagonists, a lone benefactor in an otherwise cold and uncaring world, the drenching rain.Taken together it all feels like a paint-by-number story with the the mirror clones as just a background for the formula to play out on.
Especially when after being rescued, the clone remains trapped in angst. Rather than progress as a character her constant demand of 'why' sounds like a broken record. Keep in mind that a reader needs to like a character before they can feel for her.
Her. Name. Is. DERPY!!!
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This story has stolen all of my feels...
And I'm fine with that.
1677395
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, 
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This is a universe with magic and teleportation spells. They probably have memory-reading spells ore something.
also ....
...
*breaks down in tears*
1677542
Devil's advocate here. Clone!Pinkie has only been alive for a few hours, and the entirety of her character development so far has been her discovering the existence of negative emotions. She hasn't moved on from the whole angsting thing partly yet because she's only been safe for an hour or so, and partly because she has yet to comprehend any positive emotions other than "fun", which she's become (justifiably) afraid of. The antagonists are justified in their actions as well; they have no reason to believe Clone!Pinkie isn't (still) a mindless "fun" golem like all the others were. Ditzy seems to be perceptive enough to realize Clone!Pinkie could potentially be a problem. As for the rain, this is Equestria, the weather canonically follows dramatic conventions as a matter of course.
1677727 I like you. You have balls.
I like... balls...
As for the weather, for all we know RD might just be trolling, we can't be sure. Or maybe it's Celestia...
Yeah, that seems more likely...
1677678
That's assuming the police believe you in the first case. Accusing the princess' personal student, savior of equestria three times over, and all-around nice girl Twilight Sparkle of mass murder? Yeah, no.
That and they'd probably figure out you're one of the clones, and would probably turn on you in short order.
1677542
I dunno, I feel for her just fine. And the why isn't annoying for me; She only had many ponies, who were just like her, murdered(?) in front of her two/three/five hours ago. I don't know about you, but most people would be in angst thinking why at this stage.
1670477
I've held off reading the ending... for now... It was awesome, and then it started getting depressing.
1677534
It's funny how simple it would have been to avoid all of the controversy. If Twilight had simply said something along the lines of (while reading the book) "It says here that they will disappear after 24 hours, but there's also a spell here that I can use to send them away now." All the controversy would have been adverted.
The internal monologue was good in the first chapter, okay in the second chapter, but by now it's been overplayed. The story feels like it is beginning to repeat itself.
Wow, she has been through so much, Dinky would not recognise her as Pinky Pie afterwards? (Pinky Pie knows and remembers the birthday of everypony in Ponyville - also a local celebrity. So logically, everypony knows her.)
1677542
Most of the clone's character appeal is in the controversy. She doesn't have to be likable because she is the product of something that questions morality and gives them a platform to stand on.
I know that if I just saw around 50 'me's get disintigrated, Wiped out or otherwise I would be flipping my shit, wondering about why Im being hunted and if there was any way I would be allowed to live. Because even something only a few hours old want to live. In short I do believe 1677542 Is being incredibly foolish at the moment and should really rethink some of the things that you post in comments.
1677749
Good work brother. Keep it up because that there is one more slice of Freaking amazing.
God I hope this ends well....
And it's Derpy. Seriously.
1677796 1677981
The clone asks 'why' over forty times in chapter three alone.
Unless this is a prelude to her mental/physical degradation (which is possible since the clones may have a limited shelf life) she is a broken record, and complaining about such is entirely justified.
daaaaawww
1678142
That face will haunt me for eternity
I still don't see the mass of destruction spells on the clones being murder solely because you see a pink-like magic go back to the pool meaning they were magically generated copies. My question now would be, was there some sort of error with this clone that ended up making her "more" sentient ?
Like how the whole movie of Wall-E is come up with, a strange glitch gives an ordinarily devoid of emotion machine actual desires and fears. Another question would be if maybe the Mirror Pool doesn't actually create real ponies seeing as they didn't die but rather popped. Yet I would assume there's a failsafe for the Pinkie,/Pinkie's which will assure them a "true" organic form. If the real Pinkie does stumble upon her at some point, I would think the mere fact she isn't obsessing over fun would make her seem deviant from what she remembers from the clones.
Our Pinkie2 here seems to have this "Fun, fun, fun, fun." dancing in her head yet she actually seems able to mentally block it in some sense meaning she has higher mental functioning if you say "fun" was purely instinct.
1677749
I love your balls!
Keep up the good work.
Perfectly suits this situation.
I wonder if she will decide to call herself Pinkamina..?
This
Also did the clones get simpler as they replicated? It seems like the clones focus entirely on what the cloner was thinking at the time, mainly fun. If so. then as the clones continued to replicate themselves thay would become more and more single minded, until they could only understand fun.
1677553
I'll assume you are familiar with what happened?
Her name was retconned out and the script writer herself said had she known about the definitions of 'Derp' then the script would never have been rewritten and the name left as Ditzy Doo anyway.
At this point in time it's likely back to being Ditzy.
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maor?
Original Pinkie needs to be nice to mirror Pinkie. I......just think Pinkie would understand.
I kinda have to agree with 1677542. I do agree that it's rather obvious this story is aiming dead center of the feels. Because it is obvious, it doesn't really clench the story for me. Instead of making me feel for her plight, it's making me wonder if I'm just not in the right mindset to be reading this which is why I've held off on commenting for abit. Then I remembered the story is supposed to put me in the mindset to be receptive of this character so that is a failing of the story itself. It's weird. I know her angst is very much justified, but I just can't bring myself to feel bad for her when she literally lays about for the entire chapter crying.
1650528 This is the perfect first comment
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Please... let the pinky pony live...
please...
Flashbacks to chapter 1in chapter 3.
It works, barely. It would have been better if PC (Pinkie Clone) had passed out upon arrival at Ditzy's house and you had waited until chapter 4 or 5, after several scenes of Ditzy's unquestioning kindness, for an introspective flashback, if only to break up the melodrama and let the story, and PC, breathe.
aw, poor pinkie #Unknown_Number, she was just looking forward to the weekend...
Oh, it can be worse.
They can find out that duplicates can only live for one day.
And are helpless as the duplicate Pinkie slowly vanishes, screaming and crying out how she doesn't want to go.
Cue end credits theme.
Wait, if this is the original clone, how does she not know anypony's names?
1678469 Sorry about the confusion, I usually write in your second example, what with the speech marks and all. I guess this is just another typo to add to my stain of a spelling record...
Can't help but want to hug the whole family.
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1677395
Of course there's no evidence. And obviously Pinkie clone won't actually go to the police. I mean except for the majority of Ponyville who saw Pinkie Pie clones, and of course Applejack who couldn't lie. Would be interesting to see the Mane 6 get roasted metaphorically speaking of course by Celestia.
1677397
There's another story like this one, though it handled Twilight Sparkle cloning herself with a mirror and a spell. I think it's called Twolight or something, cover art has two Twilight Sparkles hugging each other saying "Awkward hug?". "...Awkward Hug" Anyway that story did have something about the legal and ethical ramifications of Twilight trying to kill her double, whilst both of them have this issue with who's the real Twilight. Anyway it's a different type of clone who had a lot more intelligence and memories at her inception, but it could be a good lesson if our dear author goes that way with the story.
1677445
Yeah Ponyville does seem to lack any kind of regular law enforcement. I mean it should have one, ponies aren't all picture perfect after all. Of course if Ponyville has one, then where were they when Discord, Nightmare Moon, The Parasprite Swarm, The Pinkie Pie Horde or the various incidents that occurred during the Mysterious Mare Do Well happened?
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There is a story that covers the police called Off the Beaten Path, a HIE where it turns out the policepony has been reduced to a figurehead as everypony always either goes to the mane six for help or the trouble is caused by the mane six who due to them being the elements of harmony pretty much are immune to the law as long as its not murder. As you can probably guess that police pony is pretty unhappy about that, especially since his wife was killed in one of those incidents and he cant do a thing about it.
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