Happy Tails’ Shop (1.394 in.)

Rainfall: 1.394 inches

The news was depressing as usual, but informed me of another victim of the Origami Killer. This time, I recognized the boy. It was the son of Happy Tails, a shopowner in Downtown Ponyville. I had a feeling Happy Tails wasn’t going to be openly altruistic about what happened, but it was a better lead than nothing.

As I entered the shop, a bell sounded and a rush of thoughts filled my mind. Various items were scattered clumsily and somewhat haphazardly on the shelves. One item in particular caught my eye. On one of the shelves to the right of the store I saw a glimmer, slightly obscured by a rusted wagon. Upon closer examination, I realized the object was a glass mare, almost similar to those the killer places on his victims.

“Hey, mister, you looking for something?” Happy asked, as it seemed he was trying to vie my attention away from the glass sculpture.

“Yes, Mr. Tails. Answers.” I replied, getting right to business.

“What do you want? This business is clean. No drugs, weapons-” Happy trailed off.

“No, no, no. About your son.” I straightforwardly said.

“I’m not talking about my son.” he flatly responded, similar to Lauren’s response.

“But, it’ll help with the case. Other children are in danger. Shaun Mars, a young boy, just got abducted-” but he cut me off.

“I’m not talking about my son.” he insisted.

Sigh. He didn’t intend to help me. While I was there, I decided that I might as well buy some inhalers. “They’re over there” he pointed to the front of the shop.

I started walking towards where he pointed when I heard the bell of the door ring. I looked at Happy Tails, who was lifting his hooves up, appearing very scared. I hid behind a shelf but couldn’t resist getting a glimpse of the pony that was probably armed.

“This is a robbery!” an unsettling voice proclaimed.

Shit. I needed Happy’s information. I needed to stop this robbery. I frantically searched for anything to distract him. I could hide behind these shelves and tackle him. Maybe I could just leave? Happy Tails wasn’t exactly going to talk.

That’s when I noticed the glass horse from before. Perfect. I picked up the heavy ornament and hurled it at the assailant’s face. He stumbled towards a shelf, which gave me my opportunity. The first thing I did was kick the gun away. The rest was easy. This crook wasn’t nearly as tough as that ex-client from Lauren Winter’s room. A swift stomp on his face was enough to knock him out.

Happy Tails thanked me before he went to storage and pulled out a box. “This is for you.” He said.

As I walked inside, I checked inside the box.

Inside were some items.

Four inhalers.

A note, which I couldn’t read now for the fear of it being ruined by the rain.

And several origami figures.