Hey guys. This is another fanfic that is in first person, Mostly because I really need to adapt to that writing style.Enjoy!
Hi, my name's Freelance, and I'm a reporter for the Ponyville Gazette. My co-reporter is a young mare named Inkwell, but she used to be my photographer. We've both seen things we shouldn't have seen, but we both never expected the consequence until a few months ago.That's when we made the biggest headline of our lives. That's when we made the biggest mistake in our whole lives...
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I was pacing in front of Sugarcube Corner, my satchel pulled tight around my waist and my glasses tilted at an angle on my nose. I was extremly nervous because my boss told me and my photographer, Inkwell, that if we didn't have a good story by tomorrow, we would both lose our jobs. I had told Inkwell to meet me in front of Sugarcube Corner at eight o' clock tonight, but she was thirty minutes late. I had given up on her and was about to leave until I heard someone behind me. I turned around to see that Inkwell was galloping towards me, her short black and pink mane blowing behind her and her bright red fur outlined against the setting sun. I sighed and blew part of my eletcric-blue mane out of my eyes.
"You're late!" I said harshly when she stopped in front of me. She took a deep breath and fumbled with her camera.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I feel asleep, and when I woke up I forgot where I put my camera, and by the time I found it, it was already eight twenty-five! So I had to run. But, since I'm here now, it's ok, right?" Inkwell said quickly. I rolled my eyes.
"Inkwell, do you realize how important this is for us? This is our last chance! I almost left because I thought you weren't coming!" I shouted angrily. Inkwell looked up at me, her bright green eyes filled with tears.
"Sorry, Freelance!" she whimpered, her pupils appearing as if they were quivering. I sighed and kicked her leg gently.
"You're lucky that I'm not used to your stupid cute act yet, or else I'd still be angry at you," I mumbled. She broke out in a huge, idiotic grin.
"You'll never get used to it, I promise you. Anyway, where to first? My camera and I are ready for whatever is in store!" Inkwell said enthusiastically, shaking her camera. I looked around.
"I guess we should walk around Ponyville and see what's going on around here,"I mused, looking back at her, "Sound good enough for you?"
"Sounds fine, yeah," Inkwell replied. I sighed.
"Then I guess we just hope for the best," I said anxiously.
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We had been everywhere in Ponyville. We went to house to house to see what was going on, we went to Ponyville Hospital to interview the very annoyed doctor, and we even interviewed Pinkie Pie. Nothing was very helpful to us.
"Well, we're screwed," Inkwell said flatly as we walked past the Mayor's house. I was about to agree, but was stopped when I heard a quiet noise, like a whisper. I looked around.
"What's wr-"Inkwell tried to ask, but I cut her off by putting my hoof to her mouth.
"Shh!" I whispered, taking my hoof away from her mouth,"Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?" she asked, looking around. I heard a louder, more distinct noise. I looked at her in panic.
"Did you hear THAT?" I asked again. She nodded, her eyes growing as big as saucers.
"I heard that one! What do we do?" she asked in shock. I looked around quickly to see whether there was somewhere to hide. I saw a pretty big bush and pointed towards it.
"We can hide there!" I shouted, "C'mon!"
Inkwell and I ran for the bush and jumped into it, arranging the leaves to make it harder for us to be seen. We waited in there for a long time with baited breath, looking out of the bush every five seconds to see whether anyone was out there.
About five minutes later, we heard a loud crash and a pained scream. We looked out of the bush again. We had to stuff our hooves in our mouth to keep from gasping.
Two ponies, a unicorn and an earth pony, were standing outside of Mayor Mare's house. The unicorn had bright yellow fur and a red mane, while the earth pony had purple fur and a red and purple mane.The unicorn was using his magic to lift up two large bags. The earth pony was rubbing their head, so I assumed that the unicorn lost her concentration and dropped a bag on her partner's head. Inkwell and I saw that they were talking, so we strained our ears to listen in.
"Sorry, Paintbrush, are you ok?" the gruff voice of the unicorn asked his partner.Paintbrush nodded.
"M'fine, thanks, but I think that we should leave. Before Mayor Mare wakes up," he mumbled. The unicorn nodded and started to walk backwards down the stairs.
"Hey!" I hissed to Inkwell, nudging her. She looked at me in annoyance.
"What?" She asked. I pointed to the burgulars.
"This can be our news story! Quick, take a picture!" I whispered. Inkwell's eyes shot wide open.
"Of course! This is the perfect news story! Let me get my camera ready!" Inkwell mumbled, fumbling with her camera as she held it up. She took the picture, a loud click came in response. Inkwell and I froze, looking outside of our little peephole made out of leaves after the camera went off in terror. The unicorn had dropped the bags again, and both the unicorn and Paintbrush were looking aroundto find the location of the noise. After a while, they gave up, and instead of the unicorn using his magic, the two both picked up a bag in their teeth and walked away. Once they were out of eyesight, Inkwell let out a loud sigh of relief.
"That was way too close!" Inkwell said in shock. I nodded and pulled out my notebook from my satchel. I opened it, flipped to a page, and began writing.
"Let's see... 'Burglary at the Mayor's house! Late night burglary while everyone was asleep!' Does that sound like a good title?" I asked. Inkwell nodded.
"Sounds good to me!" Inkwell said. I closed the notebook and put it back in my satchel.
"Perfect! I'll work on the details in the morning! I think we should go home now, what do you say?" I said happily. Inkwell smiled.
"I think that's good!" Inkwell said, walking out of the bush, "See you tomorrow!"
I waved from behind the bush, "See you tomorrow!"
I walked out of the bush, looked around and started to walk home.
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When I got home, I took off my satchel and layed on my bed.
"I'm not going to lose my job! I'm not going to lose my job!" I sang, taking off my glasses and putting them on the bedside table. I then got under my covers and turned off the lights, sleep coming to me very quickly despite my excitement.
But, unknown to me, I was to be taken away that night.
Yeah, I know it's random, but after not writing for a LONG time, this was the best that my forgetful mind could do. Please comment your opinion! I hope it wasn't THAT bad, though...
