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So stop thinking then.
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Nightshade sighed. "She wasn't supposed to see this. Nopony is ever supposed to see me like this. I wonder what she thinks of me now? Poor girl. I...
I've been hinting since I brought her in just how messed up Nightshade is. This is the darkest I've ever taken her, and have no intention of...
"So, that's it, is it?" Nightshade's voice was barely above a whisper. "You really think I'd hurt her? I'd never hurt her. I'd burn this entire...
Nightshade jumped back, her scarred face twisted with rage. "What the hell is WRONG with you?!"
Nightshade looked at him curiously. "I just told you. He wanted to make Raven suffer, for no good reason. He's a coward and a bully. What's the...
"He tried to hurt Raven," Nightshade cheerfully explained. "He wanted to make her unhappy. To ruin what she worked for. Just because he could! So...
Sorry. Ponies would start trying to shoot it.
(This might be the darkest I've ever gone with Nightshade.) Cricket's eyes widened with horror at the scene before her. "Oh... my... guh..." She...
The door to Critique's office was locked, and the muffled screams were increasing in both volume and desperation.
A few ponies at the newspaper office had begun to complain about the loud music coming from Critique's office. The publisher assured them that...
Cricket took the form of a random pony she had seen that morning and joined him.
"Very well. How do you propose we get there?"
(Damn. I was gonna reference a scene from the movie, but it'd be lost on someone who's never seen it. Also, watch it.) Cricket shrugged. "Be...
Yep. Silver totally murdered the hell out of him. He's gone. Totally dead. Never coming back. Totally.
(Ever see Reservoir Dogs?) Nightshade, not being a complete idiot, dropped the illusion that hid her scars before entering the newspaper office....
That would probably be a requirement before getting the license for the automatic weapons. For a basic gun license, mental health wouldn't be...
