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Spectrum: Redux

by Jed R

Chapter 12: So It Begins

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So It Begins

SPECTRUM: Redux

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So It Begins

Written by
Jed R
Doctor Fluffy.


“So it begins.”
King Theoden, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers.


Ponyville Hospital, May 6th, Year 3 Era Harmonia.

“That… lying… bitch.”

Alex was furious, more so than Lyra had seen even when he had been threatening Fluttershy. He was unconsciously rubbing his arm every few seconds where the IV had fed the ersatz Nurse Redheart’s healing potion into his body, and he was pacing furiously. The runes on his arm glowed every so often, as though reacting to his rage.

“That bitch was right here,” he was muttering furiously to himself. “Right here. I should have known that something was wrong, should have felt it… fuckdammit…”

“I mean…” Lyra said, wincing slightly – her throat was still a little sore from Redheart’s attack, despite Nurse Cross having looked it over. “You’re better. Right?”

“That’s not the fucking point!” Alex snapped.

Lyra scrambled backwards, shocked at his outburst, and then immediately Alex’s expression softened. He sighed, then sat back down on his bed.

“That’s not the point,” he said again, quieter now. “She could have killed me. Or worse, killed you.” He growled in frustration. “I should have realised sooner.”

“You were ill, Alex,” Lyra countered. “There's no way you could have known. I mean heck, not even the Princesses realised what she was.”

“There are ways I could have known,” Alex growled. He stood up again. “I still don’t get why she didn’t just poison me.”

“It’s good, though, isn’t it?” Lyra asked. “I mean… that she didn’t. I-isn’t it?”

Alex gave her a look. “It’s just disconcerting, is all. Somebody – somepony – put foreign stuff in my body. It could have been – well, it could have been anything.” He paused, and his eyes suddenly widened in horror. “Fuck that Solar Bitch up the ass with a rusty spanner so hard it tears through her stomach and turns her pretty white throat to a fucking ruinous…”

He trailed off, letting out a relieved sigh, but his expression quickly turned to embarrassment at Lyra’s horrified stare.

“W-why did you say all that?” she asked.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” he replied, smiling awkwardly. “I, uh, was testing myself.”

Testing yourself?” Lyra repeated incredulously. “What for? Tact?”

Alex let out a laugh at that, and Lyra relaxed incrementally.

“No,” he said finally. “Uh, sorry.”

Lyra just grunted in reply.

“Funnily enough, that was the ‘Lyra test’,” he continued after a moment. “Swearing like that, especially about Queen Celestia, is something Newfoals and other brainwashed servants of the Empire just… well, they can’t do it. At all.” His expression hardened again. “It’s too human for them.”

“The ‘Lyra test’?” Lyra repeated.

“Yeah,” Alex said, and he gave a bittersweet smile. “Named for the pony who discovered it.”

“Of course,” Lyra said, nodding slowly. “I… I guess she did a lot.”

“Oh yeah,” Alex said, his smile fading. “I just wish…”

He trailed off, but Lyra didn’t need to ask him what he wished for: it was obvious.

“So… you thought she might have brainwashed you?” she asked.

“God knows,” Alex replied. “The PER and the Empire had some pretty weird stuff. Shieldwall, Amduscias, whatever that thing with Cairn was…”

He trailed off, shaking his head.

“Are you… okay?” Lyra asked.

“We’ve been through the wringer,” he replied, giving her a faint smile. “It’s nothing I’ve not had squared away for a while.”

“So,” she said after a moment. “You feel… better, now?”

“Yeah,” he replied, grimacing. “I do. She actually fixed me up.” He sighed. “I just wish I understood why.”

“Well…” Lyra scratched the back of her head idly. “I don’t know. Maybe she wanted to switch sides?”

“No,” Alex said at once.

“Hey, it’s not impossible,” Lyra said. “Redheart’s a good pony here, she -”

“That’s not what I mean,” Alex cut her off. “The Guard in that Equestria are subject to a Geas. It prevents them from betraying Equestria. The only ponies who’ve ever broken that have been…” He trailed off. “Look, there’s been one or two isolated incidents, here or there. Only one of them in any way ‘good’. But it’s rare. So rare that we don’t understand it, properly.”

“So… maybe she did?” Lyra asked.

Alex shook his head. “I don’t know. I really don’t know.” He sighed. “And unfortunately, we don’t really have time to worry about it.”

Lyra nodded, a frown on her face. “Did they say when you had to be at Canterlot by?”

“They’re sending Night Guard with a carriage as my escort,” Alex said quietly. He rolled his eyes. “That should be fun.”


Nurse Redheart’s home.

“I don’t know, your highness,” Nurse Redheart was saying, wincing in pain as she drank some tea. “I honestly didn’t hear a word from her. These last few days have been a blur.”

Celestia took a sip from her own cup. She had brewed the tea herself: she had once heard Sint Erklass that almost anything could be resolved by drinking a lovely cup of tea, and while she was sure there must have been some limit to that, most of the time she found it worked quite well.

“I believe you,” she said quietly.

“It is disturbing that nopony noticed,” Galatea said from one corner of the room as she peered over the mantelpiece.

Eschewing tea, she had instead paced Redheart’s room, searching for whatever they could find to give them a hint of the impostor’s movements. The other Redheart, apart from taking up their Redheart’s old drinking habit and leaving a battered cloak lying in the living room, hadn’t changed anything, written notes, or generally left any evidence as to what she had been planning to do, something Celestia considered sensible from an analytical point of view. Without a paper trail, there was no way to figure out if she had set anything in motion.

“She was me, wasn’t she?” Redheart said quietly. “Like, properly me, not some kind of changeling?”

“That’s right,” Celestia said with a slow nod. She looked at Galatea, who was still looking around.

“When the war begins in earnest,” the other Alicorn said after a moment, “you must be sure to maintain vigilance against spies. If this other Redheart had chosen to do so, she could have done much harm.”

“War?” Redheart repeated, her eyes widening. “What war?”

“Don’t worry, Redheart,” Celestia assured the shaken pony. “You’ve been through a lot recently: you can rest for now.”

“Thank you, your highness,” Redheart said, nodding. “But I think I would prefer to be useful. If something happens… if there’s a war coming, of all things… well, I wouldn’t feel right being sat on the sidelines.”

“And I appreciate that greatly,” Celestia said gently. Her expression became morose. “I fear we will have ample need of your services before too long.”

She stood, and Redheart rose as well, bowing her head.

“We live to serve, your highness,” she intoned. In that moment, Celestia was reminded of the other Redheart.

So similar, and yet bent on such different courses, she thought. Not for the first time she wondered: How did it come to this?

“I strive only to be worthy of it,” she said, inclining her own head in return.

With that, she turned and left Redheart’s home, Galatea following behind her, seemingly still lost in thought.

“Well?” Celestia asked.

“I don’t know what you expect me to say,” Galatea said quietly.

“I expected you to know something,” Celestia replied, her tone as even as she could keep it, considering the disturbing implication of what had occurred.

Galatea shook her head. “My counterpart was dead by the time this other Redheart must have been sent through. I knew nothing of her.”

Celestia sighed. “No. Well, I suppose our next course of action is to…”

“You must summon the creature Discord as soon as possible.” Galatea’s expression brooked no argument.

“Oh?” Celestia said, raising an eyebrow. “Is that an order?”

Galatea snorted. “I do not give orders. That would imply I have ever had any use for them: I do not. I am merely telling you what must be done.” She had a wry smile. “It is your business, sister, to decide whether you do as I suggest or not.”

Celestia rolled her eyes. It was strange: far from being the blank slate she might have seemed initially, there was an odd humour about Galatea. Celestia wondered just what sort of oddball millennia of isolation had made of her.

“You never did explain,” Celestia said quietly after a moment. “Why Discord?”

“There are very few raw powers capable of breaching the wall between universes,” Galatea replied smoothly. “Discord is one such power. His chaotic energy will be able to breach the walls between worlds.”

“Hmm,” Celestia grunted, a soft frown on her face. “But your counterpart achieved this end herself, didn’t she?”

“She did not, in fact,” Galatea shook her head. “Not in the way you mean, at least.”

“She was able to contact you,” Celestia pointed out.

Contact, not meet,” Galatea clarified with a small frown. “There is a difference. And even then, I do not know how she achieved this. There may have been strange means involved.” At Celestia’s confused expression, Galatea smiled. “We shared much, she and I, when she asked for mine help. But not everything. Not nearly that much.”

Celestia nodded, before sighing. “Come then, Galatea. There is much we must still do.”


Luna herself was waiting with the carriage that they would be taking. Alex looked immensely relieved when he saw that it was a carriage with a roof and a door.

“I can’t deal with flying without a roof,” he had confided to Lyra. “Like, really. There’s a reason I’m a Marine and not in the Airborne.”

“Airborne?” Lyra repeated, frowning. “Flying soldiers?”

“Not quite,” Alex replied. “They’re soldiers who specialise in deploying from height with parachutes. We also call ‘em paratroopers.”

“Oh,” Lyra said, not really sure how else to reply. Thankfully, Luna stepped forward to meet them, and all questions about human soldiers disappeared from Lyra’s mind.

“Are you both ready to go?” Luna asked them.

Alex nodded. “I am, I guess. Will it just be you and Celestia?”

“And Galatea,” Luna said quietly, her expression making it clear that she was none-too-pleased at the thought. “And, eventually, there will be others as well. We have summoned all of Equus to aid in this cause.”

Alex nodded again. “Here’s hoping it will be enough.”

“We shall see,” Luna said. “You will find the carriage accommodating of your size, at least.”

Alex looked it over. Sure enough, it did seem a little large for ponies.

“It was built for myself and my sister,” Luna said. “So it’s somewhat larger than the ones we have for our little ponies.”

“Cool,” Lyra said.

Luna turned to Lyra, as though only just remembering she was there. “And you, Lyra Heartstrings? Have you also made your preparations?”

Lyra nodded. In truth, she had barely seen Bon Bon over the last few days: she had written a letter this morning and asked Nurse Sutra Cross to deliver it. She only hoped that Bonnie would forgive her.

This is all too important to keep out of, she thought grimly.

“Very well, then,” Luna said. She sighed. “We have a difficult task ahead of us.”

“Yeah, don’t I know it,” Alex said, a smirk on his face that seemed entirely devoid of mirth. “But I’ll worry about that when we’re on solid ground again. God knows we’ll spend long enough worrying later.”

“That much is true, I fear,” Luna said quietly, “but we shall persevere, Alexander Reiner. Ponies always do.”

A shadow passed across Alex’s face, and Lyra couldn’t help but think that he was thinking of the Solar Empire. She rested a hoof on his hand, and he looked down at her, a small smile tracing his features.

“Come on,” he said to her quietly. “Let’s get going.”

“Yeah,” Lyra said, smiling. “Let’s.”


Lyra Heartstrings’ residence.

“I don’t bucking believe her,” Bon Bon said flatly.

A nurse named Sutra Cross had just given her a letter from Lyra. She had opened it immediately, Nurse Cross still standing there, as though expecting some sort of reply.

Dear Bonnie,

Am going to Canterlot to continue helping, serious stuff happening. Too complicated to explain. Will write more soon.

All love,
Lyra.

“I’m sorry,” Sutra Cross said quietly. “I… realise it probably isn’t particularly good news -”

“It’s just… so like her,” Bon Bon cut the other mare off. “To go off without so much as a ‘by your leave’ and get herself involved in some nonsense or another.” She sighed. “Darn it, Lyra, what have you gotten mixed up in?!”

Sutra Cross gave a small, sympathetic smile. “I can, uh, come in and try to explain? If you like?”

“Would you?” Bon Bon asked, trying very hard not to sound sarcastic, standing aside and letting Cross into hers and Lyra’s house. “It’s just… this… ugh. This.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” Sutra Cross said with a chuckle. “I dated someone flighty in University. Well, he was a Pegasus, so…”

“Flighty is in the description,” Bon Bon finished the old truism, giggling in turn. “Lyra doesn’t even have that excuse.”

“If it helps,” Sutra Cross said, sitting on the settee, “she’s very compassionate. I genuinely think that she’s doing what she’s doing because she feels like it’s the best thing she can do.”

“I believe you,” Bon Bon said with a sigh. “It’s probably the only reason I put up with her. She’s… just good hearted. Y’know?”

“I’ve seen a lot of that,” Cross said, nodding. She sighed. “I don’t mind telling you… from what little I’ve picked up about this human creature…”

The bell rang, and Bon Bon sighed.

“One moment,” she said quietly to Cross. She turned and went to the door, and found – to her surprise – that it was the tan and brown Earth Stallion Doctor Whooves standing there.

“Oh, hello Bon Bon,” he said, giving her a grin. “Hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Not at all, Doc,” Bon Bon said with a snort. “We were just discussing Lyra’s human.”

“Ah, good,” Whooves said, still grinning. “I was just wondering if dear old Derby had dropped my sonic screwdriver ‘round here while she was visiting, she lost it at some point in the last few days after I leant it to her and she -”

He paused, his eyes widening. Bon Bon frowned.

“Doc?” she said. “You alright?”

“Sorry,” he said, speaking quietly, “but did you say… human?”

“Uh… yeah,” Bon Bon said, still frowning. He knew the name? “Why do you ask?”

Instead of replying, he ran a hoof through his mane and whistled slowly.

“Well,” he said slowly, his eyebrows meeting his mane, in seeming defiance of the basic laws of musculature. “Great… wickering… stallions.”


Canterlot Library.

Celestia took a deep breath, glancing sideways at Galatea, who had once again placed her cloak over her Alicorn features to disguise them.

“You’re certain you don’t want to tell them, at least?” she asked quietly.

“Not yet,” Galatea replied quietly. She gave a wry smile. “Forgive me, Celestia, if I do not feel comfortable revealing mine self and mine true nature to anypony who walks in off the street.”

“They’re hardly ‘anypony who walks in off the street’,” Celestia admonished gently, “but it is your secret to keep, sister. Come.”

She knocked gently on the door.

“Come in!” Twilight’s voice said.

Twilight looked up as Celestia entered the Library, Galatea maintaining a respectful distance behind her. The purple Unicorn was still buried in a pile of books. Most of her friends were not present, but Pinkie Pie was… albeit asleep, face down, on another book that Celestia was fairly certain was older than the combined age of the entirety of Twilight’s immediate friend group.

“Princess Celestia!” Twilight said, a bright smile on her face. “Any news?!”

“Much,” Celestia said quietly. “Any progress here?”

“A little, actually,” Twilight said.

She pulled one book out of the pile towering over her, the teetering pile of paper miraculously staying put, and held it out in her magic. Celestia glanced at the title: Runic Symbols Of Antiquity, Edited by M. Trotsworth.

“Professor Trotsworth’s work on runes,” she said evenly. She passed it to Galatea, who looked it over.

“Something to do with Alexander Reiner’s runes,” she said evenly. “Yes, researching them may prove worthwhile, if there is a secret there we do not yet know.”

Twilight frowned in confusion. “Uh… forgive me if this seems rude, but… who are you?”

Galatea coughed. “A scholar, the Princess asked for mine presence with regards to the… human.”

Twilight nodded slowly. “I… see. I’m sorry, Ms, uh…”

“Galatea is an old friend I have not seen in some time,” Celestia said smoothly. “She has only recently returned to Canterlot after a long absence.”

“What? Long absence?!” Pinkie Pie’s head had shot up as soon as the words left Celestia’s mouth, a wide eyed grin on her face. Her eyes fixed on Galatea. “Ooh, hi! I’m Pinkie Pie! Who are you?!”

Galatea took a step back, not sure how to react to this pink smiling blur of a mare. “I… I am Galatea. I am a scholar.”

“Ooh, neat!” Pinkie said, still grinning widely. “You’ll love this place. There’s absolutely loads of books. More books than a book factory.” She paused. “Well, actually, I don't know about that, I’ve never been to a book factory. There might be more books than a book factory, but -”

“Pinkie,” Twilight said, curtailing her friend’s enthusiasm – for which Celestia was very grateful. “I’m sure the Princess’s friend must be tired if she’s had a long journey.”

“Oh, yeah,” Pinkie said with a grin. “Absolutely.” She paused, tilting her head. “Hey, uh, Ms Galatea? Don’t your wings get cramped under there? If I had wings, I’d want them to get plenty of air!”

Celestia’s head swivelled around almost faster than she thought possible, her eyes wide with shock.

“Excuse me?” Galatea said, her own expression bemused.

“Y’know, your wings? Cramped? Cloak?” Pinkie asked, as though this were obvious. She pointed to the side of Galatea’s body. “They’re pressed pretty tight but I can sort of see the outline.”

Galatea raised an eyebrow, before casting her cloak aside. Twilight let out a gasp as Galatea’s wings spread out, and lowered her head.

“Forgive me, Princess…” she began, before stuttering. “Uh, uh, Princess…”

“I am not a Princess,” Galatea said evenly. “I am merely Galatea.”

“Uh, then, forgive me, Galatea,” Twilight said, her head still bowed. “I’m so sorry I did not realise…”

“You weren’t meant to realise,” Celestia assured her, frowning at Pinkie. “Which begs the question of how you did.”

Pinkie rolled her eyes. “It’s a cloak! I could still see the bumps from her wings, and she’s got a similar build to Princess Cadance or Princess Luna.”

Celestia glanced back at Galatea, who snorted.

“Most ponies don’t look,” she explained. “They don’t exactly expect another Alicorn to pop up.”

“Honestly, I didn’t really expect another Alicorn to pop up, but I figured I should be prepared!” Pinkie said cheerfully. “In case of serious Alicorn emergencies. It was kind of a long shot.”

Galatea blinked. “That… does not make sense.”

“It really does, though!” Pinkie countered. “Life always provides you with what you need, if you look hard enough. Emergency coffee, emergency fireworks, emergency tubas…”

“Emergency Alicorns?” Celestia said with an amused expression.

“Yupperoonie!” Pinkie said brightly. “I’ve always believed that the universe provides when you need it the most.”

To Celestia’s surprise, Galatea began chuckling.

“If the universe requires me,” she said quietly, “I shall only hope not to be a disappointment.”

“I am sure you won’t be,” Celestia said quietly.

“But… but who are you?” Twilight asked, her eyes still wide with surprise. “I don’t understand… if you’re an Alicorn, did you… are you like Cadance, did you become one, or did you -”

“Twilight,” Celestia said gently, a smile on her face. “These are all important questions, I know, and I hope you never stop being so curious about the world, but I’m afraid there is much that must still take up our attention.”

Twilight nodded. “Oh, uh, of course.”

“There is just one, very important, question,” Pinkie said, her tone suddenly incredibly serious.

She looked at Galatea, who raised her eyebrow.

“And what question might that be, little pony?” she asked.

“When,” Pinkie said, seriously, “is your birthday.”

There was a moment of silence, and then Galatea nodded solemnly, as though taking the question immensely seriously.

“I believe it was June the 3rd by the Equestrian Calendar,” she said quietly. “But I could be mistaken. I have never celebrated my birthday before.”

Pinkie Pie blinked. “Never… celebrated… your birthday.”

“No,” Galatea said simply. “It has never come up before.”

Pinkie took a deep breath, as though steadying herself, then smiled. “I see. And how many birthdays have you, uh, not celebrated?”

Galatea blinked. “I believe the number is somewhere in the region of eight thousand. Maybe nine.”

“Which is it? Eight or nine thousand?” Pinkie asked.

“Why do you wish to know?” Galatea asked.

“Research purposes,” Pinkie replies at once.

Galatea nodded, and then shrugged. “I was only awake for three and a half thousand of them, give or take. You would have to ask Sint Erklass of the Reindeer just how many years it has been since I was made.”

Pinkie nodded, before gently grabbing a piece of notepaper and scribbling something down with a quill.

“I see,” she said. “Okay. Thank you.”

What have you done?” Twilight whispered.

Celestia threw Galatea a look, and the other Alicorn merely smiled, before leaving the room, raising her cloak in her magic field and swirling it around herself once more. Celestia raised an eyebrow, looking at the other two ponies with bemusement.

“Well, I shall leave you to your research, My Little Ponies,” she said after a moment. “If you need anything, do not hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you, Princess,” Twilight said, inclining her head. Pinkie bowed too, still murmuring to herself. Satisfied, Celestia left the room, following her sister.


“Eight or nine thousand,” Pinkie was muttering quietly to herself, he quill once again scribbling. “Eight. Or. Nine. Thousand.”

“Are you… alright, Pinkie?” Twilight asked.

“Just… planning an ‘eight-or-nine-thousand-birthdays-in-one’ party,” Pinkie said. She clicked her tongue. “It’d be much easier if it was just an ‘eight thousand’ or ‘nine thousand’ birthday party. Those are much easier.” She sighed. “But the combined eight-or-nine-thousand party?! Do you have any idea how rare they are?”

“They must be pretty rare,” Twilight commented dryly.

Super rare,” Pinkie nodded. “I’ve only had to do three of them!”

“Wait… three?” Twilight repeated, frowning. “But I… But you… how?!”

“It’s a long story, Twi,” Pinkie said with a whistle. “It’s not very interesting, though it does have pirates in it. But it does mean I have a doozy of a party to plan.”


The ride to Canterlot had been smooth, which Alex had apparently not been expecting. He had taken the opportunity, much to Lyra’s surprise, to have a nap, his head leaning against the soft back of the chair.

Lyra, meanwhile, had been left to her thoughts, and much as she tried to control them they drifted off in directions she couldn’t help. She found herself wondering just what would happen if they somehow managed to contact Alex’s world. Would it be war, then? Would they enter the conflict against this Solar Empire? Could Princess Celestia defeat this evil version of herself, even with Luna and the stranger Galatea’s help?

So much uncertainty, Lyra thought, resting her own head against the soft chair. So much doubt. But we have to do something, don’t we?

Of course, another thought said. We didn’t spend so long looking for humans to turn our backs on them in their hour of need.

Yeah, Lyra thought with a nod as she drifted off. I guess not.

It felt like she had only just put her head down to sleep when the carriage landed, the gentle bump waking both her and Alex up. She blinked sleep out of her eyes.

“How long were we asleep?” Alex asked.

Lyra shook her her head. “I don’t know. Maybe an hour? It’s a long ride, but I think I fell asleep.”

“Don’t blame you,” Alex told her, smiling. He sighed as the door to the carriage opened. “Come on. Let’s do this thing.”

He stood, and stepped off the carriage, his head ducking slightly as he went out of the door. Luna was waiting for them, as were a contingent of her Night Guard.

“I must meet with Celestia,” she said at once. “My trusted Guard will see you both to your respective chambers.”

“Where’s the… the other Redheart?” Alex asked, frowning slightly.

Luna blinked. “Why do you wish to know?”

“Because she’s my enemy,” Alex replied, folding his arms in what Lyra guessed was a defensive or confrontational movement. “I have to see her, at least. Find out if she knows anything.”

Luna nodded slowly. “I… see.” She turned to her Guards. “See to it that the human is allowed to visit the prisoner in my tower.”

The Guards bowed.

“Ask, and they will guide you,” Luna told Alex. “For now, farewell.”

She spread her wings and set off into the sky. Alex let out a sigh, closing his eyes.

“If you’ll both follow us,” one of the Guards put in. “We’ll take you to your chambers.”

The Guards turned and began marching off, and Lyra and Alex followed. Alex had his hands in his pockets, almost as though he was brooding. It wasn’t really a good look on him, but Lyra knew what was wrong. She touched his arm.

“You really want to see her?” she asked.

He looked down at her again, and smiled.

“Yes. I have to,” he replied. He sighed. “I need to… I need to see this, see her for myself. She saved me.” He frowned. “I… I need to understand why.”

“Why what?” Lyra asked.

“Why she saved me,” Alex clarified. He shook his head. “It’s not supposed to be possible for them.”

“To show mercy?” Lyra said gently.

“Exactly,” Alex said, almost vehemently. “It’s not supposed to be possible.”

“Why not?” Lyra asked.

“They’re controlled,” Alex explained. “A Geas, a kind of spell that compels obedience.”

“I think I’ve heard of those,” Lyra said quietly. She frowned. “But if she’s controlled, she shouldn’t have been able to do anything.”

“Exactly,” Alex said. “Means there might be more to it.”

Lyra sighed. “Maybe.” She smiled. “Or maybe mercy is more powerful than hate.”

Alex snorted, but despite the implicit dismissal Lyra couldn’t help but like the sound of the thought: mercy was, after all, a beautiful thing. Wouldn’t it have been wonderful if even the supposed worst of beings could show it?



Author's Note

With thanks to Doctor Fluffy for his unerringly accurate Pinkie Pie.

Edited on 28/05/2020 to account for a continuity error.

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