As they sat down, Applejack whispered to Twilight. "Hey, Twi, Ah've got a naggin' feelin' that this guy..."

The figure tapped the table. "Well, I see only one of you who has been solving the tasks. Therefore, everypony else fails, and is excused from this residence. But, I feel I should reveal something to you all..." Their host shook off his hood, and they say a leather mask, crafted like a skull. He then proceeded to remove that, under which was a rather familiar sight.

"Hello, Twilight. Surprised to see me?"

"P=princess Luna? Why? Why would you kill..."

The Princess raised a hoof. "I believe your answer lies there." She pointed to her right, and sitting there, smiling, was Rarity. She walked up to the rest of the group, and they eyed her, curiosity and anger in their eyes.

"Oh come now, darlings, do you think I would really go out that way? Disgusting. Princess Luna told me about a test Princess Celestia wanted to give Twilight, to see how she could handle criminal investigation procedures. She staged the entire thing, and this house is just a projected illusion. See?" She touched the wall, and her hand went through like water. "It has several spells on it, so that you can only see it as a fake, if you have been granted the power to do so."

Twilight stared on, dumbfounded. "This entire time, it was just a bucking test..."

"We meant no ill will towards thee, Twilight. Our sincere apologies if..."

Twilight tackled Luna to the ground, hovering just an inch over her face. "You are such. A freaking. LUNAtic. Do you hear me? I'm gonna shove that horn up your..."

Rarity spoke up. "Let's not be rash, darling. I'm alive, so you..."

Twilight smacked her across the muzzle. "And YOU. I'm only just restraining myself from BURNING THAT WHITE OFF OF YOU!"

Luna whacked Twilight on the head with the candlestick, making Twilight freeze. "TWILIGHT SPARKLE! DO NOT ATTEMPT TO PUT THYSELF IN THE DUNGEONS! ACCEPT YOUR DEFEAT WITH SPORTING BEHAVIOUR, AND MAYBE EVEN A COPY OF SILENT PONY 3!"

The other mares looked at her, puzzled. "I'm a fan of the games."

Twilight had had enough. In a bright flash of light, she went back to her house. Immediately, she wrote a letter.

Dear Princess Celestia, the next instance you even consider supplying me with another pointless test like this one, you will do well to remember this: don't, do it. The despair your inane examination caused me has brought on severe anger. With all due respect, you're bucking vacuous to the Nth degree.

Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.

"Spike, send this letter to Princess Celestia. And make it hard to miss."

Spike's eyes widened in fear, but did as instructed. In a burst of green flame, he sent the letter off.

:::

In Canterlot castle, in the uppermost room, sat Princess Celestia. She was grinning, sipping her tea. She got up, and walked to the balcony. The stars were beautiful, and the moon cast a cool glow around the land. Then, Celestia heard a noise, and turned around. A scroll materialized, and hit her straight in the face. The impact was so hard that she went flying off of the balcony. She fell for a long time, her wings were too surprised to work. When she landed, the letter fell on her face. She was confused as Tartarus, but read it nonetheless.

"Dear Princess Celestia..."

Author's Note

THAT IS WHY I PUT COMEDY AND TRAGEDY TOGETHER. LIVE WITH IT.

References galore, ladies and gentlemen. The spontaneous, copious amounts of such things is unimportant, but I hope it brings some form of audible amusement.