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Group Precipitation

by FanOfMostEverything

Chapter 330: I'll Be Your Guide, by Speckle

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It was Monday.

Sunset Shimmer hated Mondays.

There just aren't enough hours in the weekend were her very unsaintly thoughts as she all but stomped out of the so-called Church of the Divine Bacon Horse, looking to introduce her head to the nearest wall. It was becoming a bit of a habit whenever she dealt with her church's so-called pope. Not for the first time, she regretted her "first come, first appointed" approach there.

Today, however, was different.

Today, a girl stepped into her path with a very determined look on her face.

Not awe or reverence. Determination, plain and simple.

This made Sunset pause a couple steps away from her. For a moment, she thought about side-stepping the stranger and continue on to the nearest wall, but something about the sudden shift in atmosphere made her give the girl another look.

She only just reached Sunset's shoulders, wearing a simple purple jacket that brought out what parts of her rose-colored skin weren't covered by her long-sleeved blouse and baggy jeans. That sagginess looked more to be a mistake in size rather than a deliberate fashion choice. The girl had an unruly mop of bluish-violet hair and a ruffle of feathers along the back of her neck that showed her aspect, but Sunset was currently looking her straight in her pale purple eyes, which were likewise locked on Sunset's own.

What now? Sunset tried to gauge what this girl was thinking, the look in her eyes not changing as she peeled her arms away from where they'd been folded against her chest...

And handed Sunset an innocent-looking folder that was stuffed to almost dictionary thickness.

Blinking in surprise, Sunset stared at the folder for a good five seconds before she finally remembered she had hands, taking the folder from the girl and glancing down at the title, written in what looked to be highlighter.

Something to Think About
For Sunset Shimmer
By Abstract Cognition

“By the way, I think the church name is stupid too.”

Looking up in surprise, Sunset saw the girl's stoic expression shift to a big, friendly grin.

“Your hair looks more ketchup and mustard than bacon.”

Sunset... didn't have a ready answer for that.

“If you have any questions, just let me know.” And with that, the girl—Abstract Cognition, apparently—gave her a friendly wave, turned around, and walked back down the sidewalk.

Mouth still hanging open, Sunset noted the image of what was very likely the girl's icon stickered onto her backpack: a stack of ordinary looking books with one open and propped up against the rest.

Her brain finally rebooting itself, Sunset blinked again and closed her mouth, looking down at the folder now in her hands. Hesitating for only a second, she opened it and read what was written on the first page.

“This compilation of notes contains property from a wonderful webcomic created by Anderson Horsey. I do not own his work, I am merely drawing parallels between it and the new reality that we find ourselves living in.

First thing's first if you want to understand anything else beyond this point: Let me tell you about Habitrapped...”

Author's Notes:

This presumably led to Sunset consulting Lemon Zest on the matter.

>Sunset: Fondly regard dissertation.

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