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- > As chief of police of Ponyville PD, you have a lot on your plate.
- > Peas, carrots, and two officers that are more trouble than they're worth.
- > But they're all you got, not to mention that you are friends with both of them.
- > You'll be getting your policing cutie marks in no time.
- > "Chief Belle! There is a suspicious somepony at ten o'clock!"
- > You look up at the sun, gauging the time.
- "But it's only 3 in the afternoon, how do you know there will be a suspicious somepony at 10?"
- > Scootaloo points down the street.
- > "No, I mean he's over there!"
- > You narrow your eyes.
- > You'd know that somepony anywhere.
- > It's Anonymous, the most prolififif, um, does a lot of bad things guy!
- "Good work, Officer Aloo. Let's take him in for questioning."
- > The three of you trot over to the human.
- > He's looking cool and rebellious, leaning against the outside of the Sofa and Quills store.
- > Officer Bloom is the first to reach him.
- > "Heya, Anon. How long have you been standing here?"
- > You admire her cleverness, sounding friendly, but asking a question so that he incriminates himself.
- > Anon glances at all of you, and gets a twinkle in his eye.
- > You all know what's going to happen next.
- > "Oh, I don't know. Maybe... fifteen minutes. Probably longer."
- > Officer Aloo scowls.
- > "How dare you, you loiterereerr!"
- > Officer Bloom starts spinning her lassoo, and you frown grimly at the criminal.
- "You are under arrest, Anonymous. Anything you say can and will be written down in this handy dandy noteb-"
- > Your magic tries to retrieve that important piece of law enforcement equipment, but It's not there!
- > You run around in circles, trying to look into your saddle bags, but they keep getting away!
- > Anon chuckles, like a bad person who got to eat candy when you couldn't because Rarity was being mean about keeping your teeth healthy and stuff.
- > "No notebook? Then maybe I can talk about all the bad things I did, and you won't be able to tell on me later."
- > You scrunch.
- > He's right.
- > There's nothing you ca-
- > Rope falls around Anon's torso, and Apple Bloom pulls it tight.
- > "Got 'im! Let's take you back to the station, and then you'll talk!"
- > Your blood runs cold.
- > This is not how police do things.
- > Scootaloo comes buzzing around the corner, her scooter pulling the paddy wagon.
- > Anon has to sit with his knees all the way up to fit, but that just makes it harder for him to get away.
- > You should say something, do something to stop this abuse of the law.
- > But... nopony takes you seriously.
- > You need a victory, even if you are kinda sorta cheating a little bit.
- > It's not like Anon isn't a known criminal, right?
- > So you say nothing as you and Officer Bloom clamber up onto his shoulders and Officer Aloo starts the engine.
- > You clear your throat, and start singing the traditional police song.
- "Wee oo Wee oo Wee oo!"
- > It's not a difficult song, because not every officer can be a great singer, but you do your best anyhow.
- > Nice, honest pony citizens on the street wave as you zip by, and you wave back.
- > It's a relief when you pull into the treehouse station.
- > Anon was well behaved the entire way, and you contempl-compti- think about giving him a sticker if he keeps up the good behavior.
- > Not a gold star though, that's only for citizens who went above and beyond the call of duty.
- > You slip off his shoulder, and head towards your desk.
- > Officer Bloom leads the criminal to the timeout corner, and sits him down on an old flat pillow that was donated to the station.
- > It's got a nice blue pillowcase with a faded daisy flower pattern.
- > It's the little things like this, that help criminals know that while they did bad, they still can be nice ponies.
- > You find your handy dandy notebook quickly, snatching it up from your desk and trotting over for interrogation.
- > Scootaloo joins you, and the Cutie Mark Policemares are go!
- > You remove the crayon from the spiral of the notebook and flip to a blank page.
- "So, for the record, What is your name?"
- > He tries to keep a smile off his face, but you can just tell he thinks you are cute.
- > You are not cute!
- > "My name is Anonymous."
- > You nod, and start scribbling.
- > It's not like you could spell that, so you just draw his head, with a question mark over his face, because drawing faces is hard.
- > You are very sure that drawing is not your special talent.
- "And what were you doing at 10 o'clock outside Sofa and Quills?"
- > Scootaloo coughs
- > "3 o'clock, chief."
- > You blush.
- "Right, 3 o'clock. Well?"
- > Anon leans back against the corner, sitting cross-legged on the pillow.
- > "I was waiting for my friends to find me, so we could play together."
- > You give him a flat look.
- > "For fifteen whole minutes? That's like, half of a cartoon show on TV."
- > Anon scratches his chin.
- > "Did I say fifteen minutes? Maybe it was an hour. Yeah, I think I was waiting an hour for my friends, outside that store."
- > Your mind reels at the shear amount of time he suffered through.
- > An hour?
- > That's two cartoon shows!
- > Two!
- > Regarderlesser, you write it down by drawing two TV's.
- > Officer Bloom picks up the questioning in the meantime.
- > "And who were these friends you were waiting for?"
- > Anon beams.
- > "Their names are Bloom Apple, Aloo Scoot, and Belle Sweetie."
- > You start to draw three ponies, but then you realize what he said.
- "That's us!"
- > Anon shakes his head.
- > "No, you're Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo. Totally different."
- > You scrunch pretty hard, and you can see your fellow officers scrunch too.
- > But that just makes him smile.
- > You are clearly dealing with a hardened criminal.
- > Officer Aloo shakes her head.
- > "Nuh-uh! You just said our names all flipped around. You were totally waiting for us!"
- > Anon raises an eyebrow.
- > "What does the notebook say, did I say your names, or did I say somepony else's names?"
- > You clutch the notebook close to your chest, hiding the fact that you didn't write down anything like that.
- "We're the ones asking the questions here, Anonymous. Were you waiting for us, and are we your friends?"
- > He gazes at you for a long moment, his face getting pretty serious.
- > "I was waiting for all of you, my friends."
- > You can't help but smile, along with your fellow officers.
- "You're our friend too."
- > "Uh-huh!" "Yep!"
- > Anon wipes away an imaginary tear, his eyes twinkling.
- > "Then do you forgive me for loitering for an hour?"
- > You scrunch the heck up.
- "I'm sorry Anon, but you broke the law, and we have to throw the book at you."
- > Officer Aloo raises her hoof and waves it eagerly.
- > "I'll get it!"
- > You nod to her.
- "See that you do. We'll get Anon ready for his punishment."
- > Scootaloo sprints towards the bookcase, and pulls out a thick cardboard book.
- > You nuzzle under Anon's arm and climb into his lap, Officer Bloom doing the same on the other side.
- > Finally, Scootaloo tosses the book to Anon.
- > He catches it in both hands, and she crawls underneath and sits in the middle of his lap.
- > Anon lowers his arms and gets ready to read.
- >The three of you wiggle a little to get comfy, then settle down as he starts talking.
- > "The Ursine Ursas and Being Polite to Store-owners. Brother Ursa wanted some candy, and..."
- > The setting sun shines warmly through the window.
- > You smile fondly at the three fillies napping on your lap.
- > They had an exciting day, patrolling the town, catching a well-known criminal, and carrying out justice.
- > You carefully reach into Sweetie Belle's saddlebags and pluck out the notebook.
- > You flip through the pages, chuckling at the earnest, yet unskilled drawings of townsponies and yourself.
- > They might not be the heroes the town needs, but they are the ones the town deserves.
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