We Found Your Hat

-Four weeks ago-

“Hello, can I help you?”

“Hi. I am Hatless and I am a brother in the Lord. I need help, and God sent me to you. Shocked? Yeah, I would figure so. Would you mind if we talked for a little while? It is very important.”

“Okay... sure.”

“Everything is very hard to explain. I barely know where to start. I am new around Equestria, you see. It seems God has brought me to this place, and I have no idea why. I barely know what I'm doing as of this point. Nonetheless, I have one thing I must do, I need someone with great artistic talent for that one thing, and I was told you were that person.”

“Really? I'm not exactly an artist.”

“Oh. Well, that's odd. The job is pretty simple, however. It shouldn't be that difficult, so long as you have a steady hoof and a good eye.”

“What is the job?”

“Hold up. Allow me to explain more. God directed me here saying the first person to answer the door of this house—your house—would be the one I'm seeking. So here I am. Might I have your name then?”

“P-Pixer.”

“Ah, great name!”

“Thanks. So, er, what do you want me to do?”

“Right, important stuff. Hum... I have a diagram of what I need. Here, take a look.”

“Okay. What? This looks familiar. Isn't this Princess Twilight's tiara?”

“Yes. I designed a crown in the same shape and form-factor as her tiara, but since I am poor artist, I can't get the colors right. And yes, I already know the real one isn't painted, and yes I have seen the real one.”

“Did you just read my mind?”

“Nope, but I have lived long enough to know what people will ask. Although, I-uh-nevermind. Forget it; that's not important. Anyways, what is important is if you can paint this. I can give you the utensils and the paint.”

“I think so. I don't think it'll look exactly like the real thing, though.”

“Do your best. I trust that God will take care of the rest.”

“Okay. Can I ask what you plan on doing with the replica?”

“I will be honest; you should know what you are getting involved with so that you can weigh out your actions before the Lord. I intend on replacing it with the real one. It's important that I do, but unfortunately, I am baffled at how I can do that without stealing. To clarify, I don't plan on stealing it. Your silence and blank gaze tell me you are trying to grasp this. Look, I will return in a week. Think about it, pray about it.”

“Wait, I have another question. Why do you want to get the real crown?”

“Oh... that. I can't tell you everything, Pixer. Though, I will say this: it will be used to protect the Princess. I am not her enemy, and I wish to be her ally. You'll have to trust my word on that.  Is there anything else that I can attempt to answer?”

“I-I guess not.”

“Okay. See you next week.”

“Yeah... bye.”