Well, I’m Trixie.
The Great and Apologetic Trixie.
I guess you could say that that title doesn't really suit me anymore. I mean, come on, after all the apologising has been finished, what else is there to apologise about? Nothing. Exactly. So, I guess I could say that I just go by the name Trixie now. There’s no point to make a new title for myself. What normal pony that has a regular job goes around calling herself the “Great And Powerful”. Looking back at it now, it was quite a stupid title. I mean, look at Celestia! All that power and she goes around only known as “Princess”, only with the occasional “Her Royal Highness”.
After Twilight publicly humiliated me, I had nowhere to go. No family, no friends, not even a very special some pony to turn to. My magic was still pretty strong for a pony who hadn't been privately tutored by the princess herself, so at least in Ponyville they had seen what I was capable of.
So, I decided to try and clear my name by settling down in Ponyville with what little money I had and tried to get a job. I’ve got one now, but it isn't the best paid of them all. Start small and make your way up, I guess.
My boss is Bon Bon. Very strict about punctuality. When I say very strict, I mean VERY strict.
So, there I am, first day of work, up early, mane, tail and coat brushed to perfection and I get there,well, on time, and she gives me the biggest, MEANEST glare I have possibly EVER received in my ENTIRE life.
“FIFTEEN SECONDS LAAAATE!”
“Oh, I’m very sorry, Bon Bon…”
“APOLOGY NOT ACCEPTED! PUNCTUALITY IS MANDATORY, UNDERSTOOD?”
I gulped.
“Yes Bon Bon.”
“FROM NOW ON, YOU SHALL CALL ME SALES MANAGER SUPREME, UNDERSTOOD?”
“Understood.”
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I work at Bon Bon’s Candy™ flagship store. The hours are HARDCORE. 7am to 10pm. Really. 10 bits an hour for it, too. Not worth it, but considering my current reputation it was the best I could get.
Then, the best and worst thing possible combined happened.
Twilight. Me. Together. As a couple.
I really don’t know how it happened, I guess she just sympathised for me ever so slightly, and I think that ever so slightly turned into a giant balloon of love that was about to burst.
At least, I hope that’s what happened.
Anyway, back to now. I am Trixie, and this is where my story begins.
