It's now been a few days since the Battle Of The Bands ended and Princess Twilight returned back to Equestria for the preparations of Heart Warming Eve while Sunset still staying with her friends in the human world. It filled them with almost pure joy after we'd defeat The Dazzlings. Now Sunset was getting ready for the incoming winter and holiday season. There was this one day that Pinkie invites all the band members to have a good slumber party at her home. It is really good for Sunset (she guessed), after she had to fix all that she had done in the past.

It was, of course, it was a really good time for her. She had some fun with her friends during that time. Sings a song, played video games, and pretty much more than that. When the 4 of them went sleep, only Applejack and Sunset were the ones who still awake. Applejack apparently was telling her the story about why her sister, Apple Bloom called her 'piggly wiggly'just moments ago, which Sunset found it funny. After Applejack went to sleep, Sunset wrote to Twilight about what she has experienced in making friendship now.

Then in the next day, the Anon-A-Miss showed up. Posting something about what Applejack told her yesterday, the piggly wiggly things. Though they let this pass for now and then they do another slumber party again in Rarity's house. It was much more fun than before until they took pictures together, a lot. Which after they slept, Sunset opened her messaging journal book again and wrote the progress to Twilight. What was she didn't know was, things will change forever.

In the next day, Sunset found it odd that, each other friends that she passed by, didn't reply to her when she greeted them with a 'hello' or 'hi.' Never had something like this happened before. Then she tried to look for her five closest friends around their lockers in the hallway.

When she found her friends, Sunset called out to them, "Hey guys!" and asked, "What's going--" and that was when she got a good look at their faces. ". . . on?" she finished weakly, even more, confused than she had been with the glare by the mob.

All of them looked at her strangely. Well, all of them except for Fluttershy who seemed to be hiding as Sunset couldn't see her face at all. Rarity was easiest to gauge. She had her arms crossed and seemed to be angry, Pinkie Pie was looking positively timid and holding her left arm with her right as if she were the Lost Child Number 3 straight from central casting, Applejack's expression was unplaceable, but definitely not in the realm of good, and Rainbow Dash seemed sad, but it could possibly could have been mad instead.

Sunset repeated her question in her head, "What's going on?"

She didn't get an answer. Instead, she got a question, "Sunset, do you . . ." Applejack started. Then she revised it to: "Have you lost your phone recently?"

"Um . . ." Sunset reached for her phone. It was definitely there.

She said, "No," though it had practically been a question. The same question, really. What was going on? She took out her phone and showed it to the others, "It's right here." No response. "Why?"

Her friends all looked away from her and at each other, and Sunset felt like some silent conversation was taking place.

Applejack was the first one to look back at Sunset, now clearly very angry. She shoved her own phone toward Sunset and said, "Then you need ta' explain this."

Sunset slowly reached for the phone, as if hoping a lack of sudden movement would protect her from whatever was happening.
It was opened to Anon-a-Miss' page, and it had their pictures from the sleepover at Rarity's. The pictures weren't the problem. The fact that "Anon-a-Miss" had somehow managed to get them was. And then Sunset noticed the timestamp. It didn't give an exact time, but for it to be posted

"Two days ago" meant that it went up the morning after the sleepover.

"What‽" Sunset shouted. This didn't make any sense. "How did she get our pictures?"

And, to make matters worse, Anon-a-Miss' full-sized profile image, which Sunset hadn't seen before, was clearly a stylized image of Sunset. Oh, and the fake account that used her actual picture and had been mocking her since the Fall Formal was already listed as one of Anon-a-Miss' friends.

"They're not our pictures, Sunset," Applejack snarled.

Sunset looked up as Rainbow Dash said, "They're yours."

Fluttershy was no longer hiding; instead, she radiated disappointment and, if the closed eyes were anything to go by, wouldn't even look at Sunset. Applejack and Pinkie Pie had both adopted Rarity's earlier arm crossed, and angry stance, Rarity herself had dropped her arms but adopted a glare that made it very clear whom she was angry with, and Rainbow Dash had her hand on her hips.

"All those pictures were taken by you," Applejack said.

"Wait, but--" Sunset started. None of this made any sense, "I've had my phone the whole time, how did she--"

"Yeah, how did she?" Applejack asked, snatching her phone back before lunging forward. Applejack's face filled Sunset's vision, and Applejack shouted, "How did she know about my nickname? How did she get the picture from your phone?"

Applejack backed up a tad and then jabbed a finger into Sunset's sternum and shouted, "It was you all along! You'reAnon-a-Miss!"

Applejack backed up again, this time Sunset could see her four other friends clearly. It was apparent they all agreed with Applejack.

How could they? After everything she'd done in the past, after everything they'd experienced together, how could they all just be ready to assume the worst when going by a picture by someone that was apparently trying to frame her? How could they turn on her so fast? One question about whether she'd lost her phone and was automatically guilty? That's not how friends acted, right? Did anything she's done for them not matter to them anymore? Did she matter?

"We trusted you, Sunset!" Rainbow Dash shouted, "We thought you were our friend!"

Sunset's ears were ringing from all the shouting and she was having trouble thinking about everything happening so fast.

"How could you do this, Sunset?" Rarity asked. "After everything we've been through together?"

Sunset needed time to think, "No, wait, you guys--" and what could she say? "I didn't do this! I could never hurt any of you." The 'again' went unspoken.

"But you did!" Pinkie Pie shouted, pointing a finger very similar to same way Applejack had. "You must've just been pretending to be our friend when all along you were after our secrets! You-- You secret-stealer!"

What secrets? Someone stole pictures from her phone. Applejack's nickname was a secret, but she hadn't even learned it from any of them. Unless Applebloom told someone. None of that mattered though. They thought she'd just been pretending all this time. Disguised as a pariah among fish for all this time, no offense to sirens?

"No! No! I don't know how she got this stuff but it wasn't," Sunset said. "I'm not this person."

Fluttershy shouted back, eyes now open and full of tears, "No you're not! You're not the person we thought you were! You're not our friend!"
That was when Sunset started crying. Her energy drained away. She couldn't keep up the shouting even if she wanted to, "No I," and her voice cracked. "I am. I promise."

"This is it, Sunset," Applejack said. "You're not gonna take advantage of us anymore."

Sunset collapsed to her knees. She didn't have it in her to stay standing.

"I'm sorry," Applejack said, "but you did this to us. Tell whatever secrets you want. . ."\

Sunset couldn't look. She held her face in her hands as more tears came.

". . . but we don't have to listen," Applejack finished.

Sunset heard her friends walk away. She didn't know what to do. She'd just stay there on her knees in the hall forever. Maybe she'd fall asleep. That would be comforting. Just let the darkness take her. Let it swallow her whole. At least oblivion didn't hurt. Though, she knows that won't help her in this situation.

Few days then passed, her school days was getting worse as they came because of the actions of Anon-A-Miss. Sunset Shimmer was the only person who got accused a lot them for being the Anon-A-Miss culprit. She had got the whole school bullying her, and had lost all of her friends. Every time went to go to school, she got harassed, punched, or got her stuff stolen away. Sometimes all three happened. It was the worst experience she had in her life.

By Wednesday, she went over to her locker and found that someone sprayed offensive graffiti on her school locker. The words were 'She-Demon,' 'Anon-A-Miss,' and 'Sunset Shitter.' She felt the heart-ache was becoming much worse the longer she was looking at it. When she was on her way to the class, she got insults from her former friends along the way. Sunset continued to hold up from the abuse, but it all was starting to get to her.

When Thursday came around, she had to suffer the punches and kicks from the students of the school. Whether it be the regular students or the soccer team. Sunset surely didn't know anymore if she could hold on for much longer. Heading to the class while hiding the bruises of her recent encounter, she sat down limply and only stare straight towards the teacher while ignoring more insults from the students from all around her. After the school was over, she had to quickly pack up her bags and make a dash back to her apartment. And then immediately opened up her journal to see if Twilight had replied back to what she wrote to the other day, but the reply never came. Sunset, who was still standing with her journal on her hands, dropped the book in sorrow before falling to the ground, curled up in a ball.
Wish for all this to be over.

Crying on how her friends had betrayed her, accusing her of things, not giving her a chance to talk, and most of all not believing what Sunset has admitted.

Sunset went home and sat down on a chair. Today she was wearing a long sleeve shirt, for the reason of hiding the scars on her arms made by her own with a knife yesterday. She then retook her knife and start to make a couple of cuts on her arms. She doesn't know what to do next, the only thing she had in mind was to go kill herself, just end it all. But she doubted things would be right after that.

Friday had now come and she just enough of this fucked up day. Achieving insults and new bruises along the way, Sunset made her way back to her locker. Where there are still graffiti of insults. When she opened her locker everything went black, it seemed like a bomb went off. Suddenly her world went dark. She could feel thick, sticky liquid covering her face shoulders and chest. Wiping her eyes of the sludge, she saw that it was brown, almost black. Molasses.

Then there were around 4 students showed on her side and throwing a lot of glitters and fake feathers at her. Then a bunch of other students laughed at her and cheered the 4 students for what they did.

“Go back to your world Sunshit Shitter.”

"Way too go!”

“Go to hell Anon-a-miss.”

“Yeah!”

“Karma’s a bitch isn't it She-demon!”

This went up long enough until principal Celestia and vice-principal Luna appeared showed up and stopped them from continuing the scene. After See how they did to Sunset, the students along with Sunset were ordered to go to Principal Celestia's office. But when the students were about to go to Principal's office, Sunset was still standing in front of her locker, frozen like a statue wordlessly as she starred at her locker. Sunset turned around, not toward the way to the Principal's office, but towards the nearest exit of the school. Sunset then walked forward without a second thought while she heard the shout of Celestia's voice.

"Sunset! Where are you going?"

Sunset didn't reply immediately though. Keeping thinking about what she would do now while walking. Sunset had only one answer in mind. Which she knows there was no turning back from what she'd been through. Which she answered without looking back and with a low voice.

"I'm going home."

Sunset then quickly ran back to her apartment after exiting the cursed high school and immediately took a bath and changed clothes. And then packed up all the kinds of stuff she had in her big bag and then quickly opened up her journal. And in her disappointment, Twilight didn't even fucking reply. Sunset then wrote the last words to Twilight, which she would hope Twilight see.

"Open up the portal, Twilight. I'm going home."

She then closed the journal and before putting it in her bag. Now, she would wait for night to come down. She doesn't want everyone know where she was going, besides they want her gone from the school and if they knew where she was going, they would chase her down (which to her was actually quite absurd if they try to chase her through a magic portal). She just waited for the time, sitting on a chair in her living room facing the big window of her apartment. Watching the sun is setting. Then the night comes as it dawned upon the city.

"It's my time."

Sunset turned off all the lights in her apartment and went out through town heading back to the CHS for the portal at the base of the statue of CHS. She quietly recons the area to make sure no one was around, it was safe. Sunset standing in front of the statue, silent and sorrow overwhelmed her. Until when she touched the bottom of the statue where the portal to Equestria would be. The portal wasn't open. She was disappointed again due to the fact that Twilight hadn't read her message. All she wants just to go back, and she doesn't have the time to keep waiting for it, which she insisted on one thing. Looking at her wristwatch, she saw the time was eight thirty-one

"It's now or never."

Sunset put both her hands on the closed portal and transferred all the magic she had inside of her into the portal with all her might. Having taken long enough to do it, she screamed a little from the pain of transferring her magic to the portal, and man was it a pain in the ass. She then retracted back her hands and felt blood leak from her nose, she then wipes the blood off her face with her sleeve before looking over to the portal. She smiled at what she had accomplished now that the portal was open.

Not even bothering to look back at the world that been her home for the last few years Sunset made a mad dash into the vortex.

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Year 2508

Isaac Clarke was not anything but happy right now. He currently back where he grew the northeastern sector of North America and earth again, for however long that was due to his mother.

He had just recently learned of her sudden passing due to unknown means. When he came to his old home to see the body and to see if there was small chance that she left something for him in her will only to find that she had given everything to the Unitologists, the fucking church his mother devoted her life to.

Isaac shouldn't be surprised by the actions of his mother. The trip was a waste of his time and vacation days, even if he could take haft a year off if he wanted to. Having been with the merchant marines for several years now and having elevated to a high ranked engineer of its forces.

Again he shouldn't be surprised by the current turn of events. After arriving the reading of her will, and announcing that the Unitologist were getting everything including her body. Which pissed Isaac even more as he kicked a nearby can at the mear thought of it came to mind. After hearing the last part he just up and left, now he was exploring his old neighborhood. Thinking back to fond memories he had of this place back when times were better for him.

The few friends he had grown up in high school came to mind as he got closed to the said school. The school hadn't changed much in the last decade, maybe in the last few centuries yeah but not since he was last here. As he looked up he silently read the school's name, "Canterlot high school, home of the wonder colts," he smirked at the ridicules of the name and its weird mascot.

Turning around he walked over to the front of the figure and looked at the creature of mythology that stood proudly against time itself. A horse with the wings of a Pegasus and the horn of a unicorn.

Isaac never got to see a horse before, only through pictures and recordings of them. They were endangered after all along so are a lot of endangered animals species out there nowadays.

But Isaac's focus was now at the statue as memories of his younger days gone by, even if it nearly thirty years since his graduation. Pulling up his RIG to check the time, he saw that it was now eight thirty and needed to get home, his girlfriend had just moved in with him in his apartment on Luna's station of Apollo shipyards and would take a few hours to get there with his shuttle. (Sometimes it pays well to be a high ranked engineer of a security force.) He was about to head out until he heard a crackling sound. It sounded like a power junction was letting loose bolts of power out random like when you hear on a damaged ship, and it sounded really close to him.

Turning to the direction of the crackling, Isaac became surprised that it was coming from the base of the statue. He briefly wondered if there was a power conduit under the old concrete that had faulty wiring. His thoughts on the matter quickly vanished when a young girl suddenly fell out of nowhere and land roughly on the pavement.

Isaac stares at the impossible girl for a moment before his training kicks in and rushes to the young girl side. He finds the girl resting on her arm facing him. He can tell that it was indeed a girl by her looks. She had tanned skin and with a mix of red and yellow hair. Reaching over to her backside to access her RIG, he found none. Which got Isaac frustrated along with interest.

Everyone had at least a civilian RIG, you get one when a kid becomes of age, usually around the age of fourteen, and is required for school and work. This girl looked older then that, if he had to guess she was sixteen. Disregarding the thought of the lack of a RIG he looked up and down the young women. He saw that she was indeed still alive and breathing a found fresh cuts on her chin from where she landed roughly on the ground, other than that he couldn't see anything wrong with her besides being knocked out cold.

Isaac also noticed her clothing, it was real vintage and expensive clothing, especially the jacket. Isaac could tell it was real leather and not the synthetic kind that lots of people have, and it didn't look that old either. Having real leather in this day in age don't come cheap, and this girl has enough for a whole jacket? That alone would cost a years worth of credits.

Putting a hand on the girls head, Isaac noted that the girl's temper was slightly elevated but not to the point with a fever. Looking around he saw that no one but him was around sawed the girl appear other than him. Feeling conflicted, he got his arms under the young women lifted her up made a quick trip over to his shuttle. Thinking about Nicsole, she had just left for the USG Ishimura on Titan station just the other day for its last voyage to the unknown and won't be back until over a year for its decommissioning.

Reaching his shuttle, he laid her down on the small bed in the back. Reaching the cockpit Isaac flipped the ignition switch and issued the autopilot, lifting the shuttle up in the direction of his apartment on Luna. Taking another look at his new charge, he let out a sigh of frustration at the events that are about to come next.
Nothing is ever easy, is it?

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