And with that, I signal the screen to drop. I have some business to attend to. Ushering the three mares into the elevator, I turn to finish with the big guy.

Who has somehow vanished. The only thing left is a note that reads, “I have never lost a game of wits, Locke, and I don’t plan on losing again. Be ready. I imagine we’ll be seeing each other again soon.” On the very bottom was a scrawled signature, “Kingpin.” Somehow a very fitting name. Yes, I imagine we’ll meet again...Kingpin.

Which reminds me. “Narrator?” I call out.

Yes?

“Thanks.”

...

I walk to the elevator, and turn back when I reach the door. “Oh, and let the people decide this time, Narrator. I trust them.” And with that, I hit the button down. When I the door opens, I’m greeted by a pleasant surprise. The mare (you know which one) is standing in front of me, pawing at the ground shyly. I drop down to all fours. Dang, she’s even cuter when she’s nervous. “Umm, I was wondering...” She blushes as if she said the wrong thing. “I mean, um, thank you for coming to, um, help the three of us.”

Picking up speed, she continues. “I was worried that no one would realize I was gone, with my long work hours and everything, and well, I don’t often do this, but, um...” She stepped closer gave me the warmest, most welcome hug I have ever received.

She stepped out of the embrace, and said, “um...I was wondering if, um...” she blushes again and turns away. Not wanting to lose this opportunity, I say, “hey, you’re really pretty when you’re nervous.” I have to hold myself back from facehoofing. That’s not what I meant to say. She turns back and asks shyly, “you think...I’m pretty?”

You can’t back out now, Locke. “Yes, well no, well I mean--” I sigh and take a deep breath. I just took down a criminal mastermind. I can do this. “What I mean to say is, you’re beautiful. You’re the most beautiful mare I’ve ever seen. And, um...” It’s my turn to paw the ground now.

“Would you--” I look up and see her staring hopefully at me. I can’t disappoint those eyes. “Like to go, um, do something sometime, with me?” I finish. Her eyes flare with excitement, and she practically bounces over to my side. She locks arms with me and says, “I’d love to. By the way, I’m Coco Pommel.” And we rode off into the sunset and lived happily ever after? Not quite, thought the first date was nice. And the second. The third, well...that’s a story for another time.

Case closed.

Author's Note

Yay for wrapping up loose ends with a character that makes no sense in the first place, setting up the sequel, leaving doof out to dry by never mentioning him again, and some good ol' Coco shipping (well, I suppose it's actually fairly new, but whatever).
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Whether you liked it or want to burn it now, thanks for reading!