Author's Notes:

Okay, so I made a few changes to this story, (if you can even notice em) but after taking in the first amount of comments and criticisms, I decided to maybe lighten this up a notch. So its not gonna be extremely grim, I want this to still be somewhat light-hearted so its not going to be incredibly grim or depressing. If that makes sense. It does seem to be quite out of left field to turn into this dark route. So I'm going to try and keep this in the spirit of the original while also putting some new touches to it.

Anyways, just thought I'd let ya'll know. Hope you continue to enjoy this adventure!

The next half hour after that broadcast was spent trying to calm Trixie down from a severe panic attack. And ten minutes of that time was spent getting ahold of police officers who showed up at the penthouse to do a search of their own, and question the girls.

"Trixie, breathe, breathe--"

"I can't stay calm Octavia! Some pyschopath is holding our best friends hostage! That guy's got my girlfriend, and if anything happens to her then I don't know what I'll do!"

Trixie was shaking like a leaf, and her trembling body was shaking the entire couch. She had been distressed before, but this was a whole other level. More than any other time she endured high anxiety.

"Trixie. Stay calm. You need to breathe."

Octavia grabbed a paper back from off the side, handing it to Trixie for her to use. She held it, and she started to breathe into the bag, trying to calm herself down.

"Easy does it... calm down...."

Trixie's breathing started to go a little slower, and they could hear her calming down. No more was the hyperventilating.

"Okay, okay... okay... okay..." Trixie breathed, trying to stay calm.

"Ma'am?"

Trixie looked up to the police officer standing before them. He along with a handful of a few other officers came to investigate the apartment, in order to perform a search. So far they came up with nothing, but they weren't giving up on their investigation.

"Alright, Ms. Lulamoon, if you're calm now... we have some questions for you and your friends."

Trixie nodded. "O-Okay..."

"Ma'am. We just want to help. We all saw the broadcast, everyone in Canterlot saw the broadcast. But if you know something about those girls, we need you to tell us," the officer replied.

Trixie cleared her throat, trying to calm herself down some more.

"Okay, okay... alright. I'm ready."

"Okay ma'am," the officer pulled out a notebook, "So. We already have your names, we need to ask you some questions."

"We understand sir," Vinyl nodded.

"Good. Okay, what was the place you remember seeing those girls before they were announced kidnapped on the air?"

Trixie gulped. "We were hanging out with them after school. We were at my house, all of us were just hanging out to work on homework, and that was it. The sisters did seem like they would come back to school as usual, but we never saw them today. We didn't want to assume the worst but... I think we can now!" Trixie panicked.

The police officer stayed calm.

"What was the first thing you noticed when you first stepped into their apartment?"

"All we saw was the door ajar. And later when we got inside, we saw that the chain on the lock had been snapped."

Writing down notes with perturbation, he still talked with them.

"Was there anything unusual or out of the ordinary for you girls?"

"The beds were still made and didn't look as if they were slept in, but their floors were messy. But we don't know if that's how they usually keep their rooms or not. And when Trixie had the TV on, that's when the broadcast just turned out, right out of nowhere," Lyra replied.

The officer nodded. "I see."

"Streetwise, I'm afraid we haven't found anything out of the ordinary. All we did find is this."

The second officer who stepped into the room opened up her palm, exposing a small dart.

"Blow darts?" Trixie gasped.

"Whoever took them wanted to do this as quietly as possible," the officer replied.

"Put that into an evidence bag. We'll need to run some scans and fingerprints on them."

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Vinyl asked.

"You six? I'm afraid not. We've got all we need, and it doesn't seem like there's any leads to go on. With that said, I think you girls need to go home."

"Go home!? Our friends are out there, possibly being harmed at this very moment, and you expect us to calmly go home about this?" Octavia snapped.

"Ma'am, we're just doing our job. I promise you, we're going to track down whoever took them. But the best thing we can ask you all, is to stay in touch with us. If you see anything weird, please contact us immediately."

The girls sighed.

"Alright. Well, thanks anyway," Trixie slumped, starting to walk out of the apartment, "Come on girls. We better go."

"Wha-ja-you're just walking away like that?"

"We can't interfere with their job, after all..." Trixie opened up the door, getting everyone to go out of the apartment. Once they were clear, they stepped into the elevator, starting to go down.

"... After all we just simply cannot trust them to do their job as fast as possible!" Trixie said quickly. Since none of the police officers were around, she could finally talk again.

"Do what?" Amethyst asked.

"We can't trust a bunch of police officers to try and find them!" Trixie's hands slapped her sides. "Think about this, every scenario involving this usually ends up with the law enforcement doing an awful job, not even putting time and effort to find the missing people!"

The girls blankly stared at Trixie.

"You do know those are just cliches in movies, right?"

"It can happen!" Trixie snapped. "Look, as much as I want to believe the cops will do their job, I don't think we should just let them do everything while every waking second our friends could be in serious danger."

"Well then what do suggest?" Bon Bon asked.

Trixie looked at all of her friends with a serious face, playing her words completely straight.

"Well, this is going to sound unorthodox but... I think we need to find this psycho, on our own."

"Us?" Everyone asked.

"Trixie, that guy could be hiding anywhere. How do we even know its a human? What if its some Equestrian manifestation that made it through here?"

"We don't know, and we won't know unless we do something. And I know for a fact we can do this. All of us have survived six sociopathic high school students, a confrontation with three Equestrian sirens, and a raging she-demon. If we can face all of them, then we should have no problem facing whoever is behind this. Are you all with me?"

They knew she was right. Equestrian magic was one thing, but as far as they knew, this could have just been someone just using technology in their own world. And the Dazzlings were their closest friends, they had to save them! And if they were somewhere out there, then they would find them.

"If you're going to try and find them, then I want in." Octavia said, with a single stick out of her tongue and her hand making a rock on sign.

"I agree," Vinyl said, raising the fiddle for her violin.

"If we're gonna find this guy, we're gonna need to be armed and dangerous," Amethyst smirked, holding two Rubik cubes.

"Perhaps with a hint of ninja arts?" Lyra said, twirling a pair of nunchuks.

"Anything that we can to try and take down that guy, we'll need it."

"But where do we begin? How do we even start this search?" Bon Bon asked.

"I have an idea. Like any mystery or a crime, there's always suspects. All of us are suspects, but I have a feeling we have some friends at CHS who might be viable suspects as well..."

All of the girls got up bright and early for the day. There was no wasting time or joking around now. This was a serious matter, and they needed to be on their A-game.

On their way out, they noticed the number of police officers and law enforcement have gotten bigger. Squad cars were out on patrol, everywhere. Police officers were practically around every corner. They too were buckling down to try and find their friends.

"Alright girls, so in a population of what, over 2,000? 3,000? Over one of those numbers, we know a few select number of people. And we know a few people who have actually known the Dazzlings. We just need to track down everyone who knew them, or have recently talked with." Trixie said, holding a notepad and paper.

"We're all with you, captain!" Amethyst saluted.

"Please, don't call me captain. Anyways," Trixie clicked the pen in her hand, "Lets talk motive. Who could be so driven and mad to kidnap them, and make a broadcast wide and loud enough for everyone to see?"

All six girls looked around in the hallways. Who could be possible suspects? Who? Who could it be? And who could have done it?

"I have a few possible suspects..." Trixie said, flipping the pages in her notebook.

"Who?" Vinyl asked.

Trixie gulped. "Muffins."

"Oh... her..."

"Okay, why are you getting scared all of the sudden?" Amethyst asked, raising a brow.

"Muffins compared to Sunset Shimmer, is the second most toughest girl in the entire school! Okay, maybe third, cause, well, Aria's stronger but--she's scary!"

"She's not that scary. Yes, her eyes are in different directions, but its a condition!"

"That's not what we're scared of. She's uh... well, rumor has it that if you cross her the wrong way, she'll beat you up hard." Trixie shivered.

Amethyst sighed. "Look, tell you what, I know her. You may not know this, but she's someone I can trust. Maybe I can get some info out of her, maybe she knows something we don't."

Trixie nodded. "Well that's one."

"What about the Rainbooms? Aren't they viable?" Bon Bon asked.

"I didn't get to them yet." Trixie replied. She looked through her notes, and pointed at some writing in the paper. "The Rainbooms are just as viable."

Bon Bon rolled her eyes, "Well, obviously."

"And the only other ones I can think of are Flash Sentry, Micro Chips, and Sandalwood. These are the only people I can think of who have had contact with the Dazzlings."

"Then lets get moving then," Vinyl nodded.

First suspect on the list; Muffins.

The cross-eyed student slammed her locker shut, sealing up her things. It was break time! So, what to do? Hang with friends? Maybe get a snack?

Her little train of thought continued, but it came to a direct halt seeing the small colorful box that landed in front of her. She looked into the small box, and watched as the slides and panels began to switch and flip all around on its own, with no hands moving it. Backing away slowly, she watched as it made its final click.

A flash of bright light hit her eyes, but then vanished away. Looking away, she turned her attention to the girl in the retro clothing who was leaning against one of the lockers.

I looked at the cross-eyed dame, terrified of the Rubik's cube explosive. She had every right to be, considering I'm extremely unpredictable with my bombs. Her denim jeans hugged her legs, and that black jacket hid away the straps of her tank top it looked as if she just wore a small shirt underneath. I could tell she wasn't one for conversation, so I decided to make this as fast as possible, Amethyst thought to herself.

Muffins however had very similar thoughts too.

At first I thought about who could have thrown that bomb, but when the source was revealed, it suddenly clicked. Only one girl in this entire school had this much of an obsession over 1980s pop culture to go so far as to dress like its still that decade. Her hair may have been modern, but her fashion was old-school. In her eyes, I could see a little twinkle as she looked at me seriously. I don't know what sort of game she wishes to play, but if she wants to play one, then I will too.

After a total of a minute of complete silence, Amethyst let out a cough to break it.

"So... Muffins."

"Amethyst."

Amethyst let out a smirk. "Good to see you're still in good shape as usual. At least the Rainbooms didn't scare you out."

"The Rainblooms or whatever they are, they'll never scare me away. Now... what's up? I know you come to me when you need a word on the street," Muffins replied, pulling out a small candy bar from her bag.

"I need some info, if that's cool with you."

"We never had issues in the past, why start now?" Muffins shrugged.

"Alright. When was the last time you talked to the Dazzlings?"

Muffins rubbed her chin, thinking back in time. Once her thought came, she looked dead straight into Amethyst's eyes.

"The last time I remember talking to them was around last week. I hurt myself really bad, and they were kind enough to get me to the nurse's office."

Amethyst nodded, writing down on a piece of paper.

"Did they say or do anything rude to you?"

"No. The only thing they said was to try and get better, don't pick at my wounds, and stay alive," Muffins replied.

"And they didn't say anything to make you mad?"

"No. Well, Aria did make some back-handed comment about my eyes, but she caught herself and she did apologize to me. I just let it go because I knew she wasn't intending to insult me."

"I see, I see..." Amethyst scribbled. "Is there anyone you think could have kidnapped the Dazzlings?"

"Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if it was one of the Rainbooms. They're toxic to the core with no redeeming qualities whatsoever and they deserve to go to jail. Still frustrates me that they aren't in jail with Sunset Shimmer, the lowlife..."

All questions done, nothing more to say. Amethyst put a check mark next to her name in the notepad, closing it.

"Thank you for being cooperative, and for answering my questions."

"My pleasure. Hope you find the Dazzlings soon. I can't imagine what they must be going through right now," Muffins shuddered.

"We'll get them back. I know it."

Once she was done, she ran off down the hallway, allowing Muffins to go back to her business. Now it was onto a new suspect!