The sound of fluorescent lighting caused Twilight to grow mad as she waited for what was now three hours in an interrogation room. The pain emanating from the inside of her head exacerbated her discomfort in the dimly lit room. Twilight looked around the room for what she felt was the thousandth time, trying to ignore the pain in her neck as she turned to survey her surroundings.

Twilight was in a small interrogation room, sitting on a plain metal chair with both of her hooves shackled to iron cuffs bolted to a strong metal table, which itself was anchored securely to the cold concrete floor. She grimaced as her movement to glance at the reflection in the one-way mirror to her right caused the numerous bruises on the mare's body to overtake her with sharp pain. The pounding pain in her head seemed to flare up.

She looked in the mirror directly at her horn, which was capped with some type of metal object that served to nullify her magic. Twilight looked away from the mirror to the table where a black tape recorder sat, waiting. The mare flinched as a sudden series of knocks on the door startled her. The door opened as a large and older earth pony stallion walked in, his blue suit adding contrast to the dingy white room. He wore a neutral, somewhat calming look on his face. The sound of the police station offices behind him distracted Twilight somewhat as the stallion cleared his throat and started to speak.

“Miss, how are you today?” the stranger said, looking at the numerous injuries on Twilight's body before he decided against formalities. He continued to speak before Twilight could think of an answer.

“My name is Detective Bronco, may I get your name?” Bronco said with a light smile as he closed the door behind him. The sound of the office was drowned out with near silence, broken only by the incessant buzzing of the lighting. Twilight licked the inside of her dry mouth before nervously answering the question.

“My name is Twilight Sparkle.” Twilight avoided his gaze by looking at the mirror once again. Detective Bronco stole a glance at the mirror as he trotted around Twilight to take the seat opposite of the purple pony, his back facing the wall as he plopped down on the uncomfortable seat. Twilight didn't notice. In fact, she started sweating, intimidated by the large stallion opposite to her.

“Can I ask for something?” Twilight said, still avoiding eye contact with Detective Bronco. He smiled, nodding as he leaned on the table as if to lend her an ear, holding his face with a cream-colored hoof.

“May I have a cigarette? I'm really nervous.” Twilight finally looked at Detective Bronco, shooting a nervous grin for an instant before recoiling in pain from her injuries. Detective Bronco looked unimpressed, before taking his turn to speak.

“Well, Miss Twilight, you'd have to do something for me. I have plenty of questions about something that happened today, and I'd like to hear your side of the story!” Bronco grinned as he ended his sentence, making eye contact.

Twilight knew what Detective Bronco was trying to do, she'd read numerous crime solving mystery dime novels in her many years of reading, not to mention casual perusing of police textbooks when she'd run out of material to read. Her nerves won out, and she nodded meekly.

Without a word, Bronco left his spot across from Twilight and made his way back to the door. He opened it a crack where he whispered to a pony unseen before closing the door and making his way back to his seat. He sat down before speaking again. “I can get you out of one of those cuffs, but you'll have to promise to not try anything stupid.”

Twilight's answer came quickly.

“N-no no I won't do anything like that!” Twilight said, disbelief in her voice. Detective Bronco seemed to believe her as he produced a small key from his suit pocket. He fiddled awkwardly with the shackles on Twilight's hooves, freeing her right hoof. She rubbed her leg on her furry, disheveled coat, a large red mark from the cuffs adding to her discomfort.

“Miss Twilight, considering the fact that I'd like to ask you a few questions, I have something to read to you.” Bronco said as he took out a small flip book from a second coat pocket, opening his mouth to read the small words before being interrupted by the well-read mare.

“If these are my Neighranda rights, please don't bother, I read it in a book-” it was her turn to be interrupted as detective Bronco cut her off.

“Twilight please, it's department policy.” the unimpressed Bronco said, used to this behavior from some of his more well-read prisoners. He continued once he was sure she wouldn't challenge his authority.

“You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of Celestia, you have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, you will be appointed one by the courts. Do you understand the rights I just read to you?” Detective Bronco asked in a practiced voice, almost rushing through the list.

“I understand, sir.” Twilight said, embarrassed by her earlier outburst. She jumped in her seat slightly as the buzzing in the room was once again interrupted by a series of knocks on the door in front of her. The pony knocking didn't bother with a response before coming in. A light blue colored Pegasus entered the room wearing nothing but a lanyard with a badge identifying his position as a police officer. Twilight stole a glance at his cutie mark, a pair of hoofcuffs, as he made his way to the table.

“Thank you, Chaser.” Detective Bronco nodded as Chaser placed a carton of cigarettes and a silver colored lighter on the table in front of him, nearly out of Twilight's reach. Chaser left without a word, returning Detective Bronco and Twilight Sparkle to the sound of the fluorescent lighting. She took a moment to observe the carton that Chaser had dropped off, a white and red box of Neighboro brand cigarettes, tempting the mare.

Bronco took the carton, opening the packaging and sliding a single cigarette out. His movements were somewhat awkward as he motioned for Twilight's free hoof. She gripped the cigarette in an even clumsier and unpracticed manner than the earth pony did, her reliance on magic hindering the task on hand. Twilight eventually managed to put the cigarette in her mouth, and leaned in as Bronco picked up the lighter and lit her cigarette. The cherry red ember glowed as Twilight inhaled with a deep breath, taking the Cowpony Killer into her hoof as she took a deep breath in. She held in the smoke for a second or two before exhaling a plume of smoke not unlike Spike would into the air away from Detective Bronco's face. The mare calmed down almost instantly, relaxing in her seat as she took a deep sigh of pleasure. Bronco broke the silence.

“Do you know why we're here today?” he asked, eyebrow raised. Twilight nodded a yes.

“What exactly happened today?” Bronco asked.

“I just wanted some Macaroni and cheese.” Twilight said, taking another drag.

Twilight searched through the shelves, reading title through title, looking for another book to add to her small cart. In moments like these, she greatly missed Spike's help, his skills in a library like no other. The mare eventually picked a book at random, tossing it into her cart with practiced ease, her horn capped with a metal instrument. The prison's library didn't have much choice in reading materials anyway, resembling a small study instead of a proper library.

Satisfied, Twilight pushed her cart out of the library and into the hallway, making her way to the cell block. The iron gates at the end of the hallway opened for her, a watchful guard in his station nodding to her as she passed the checkpoint. The prison librarian made her way into the cell block, passing fellow prisoners in the common area.

“Books! Books for the week, come get 'em!” Twilight shouted, not attracting the attention of many ponies, except for one. A younger earth pony mare, her white coat visible through her orange jumpsuit, the fur well taken care of and shiny. A rarity in the prison, as there was no shampoo in the commissary. The unknown mare trotted to the cart, grinning as she picked out the book Twilight had carelessly tossed in earlier.

“I love Daring Doo! I'm new here, I don't think we've met!” the mare said, smiling as she used her free hoof to shake Twilight's own. Twilight smiled, distant memories of her adventures with her friends ten years ago flooding into her mind.

“I'm Twilight Sparkle! I run the library, as I'm sure you can see. What's your name? Are you new?” Twilight asked, a squee escaping her lips as she grinned ear to ear. The earth pony smiled back before answering the flurry of questions Twilight threw her way.

“I'm Sugar Spice, and yes, I'm new! It's my first day in the slammer.” Sugar Spice said with a small chuckle. “Say, I've already read this one, do you have any more in the library?”

“Of course! Come with me, I'm sure the guards won't mind!” Twilight said cheerfully, leading her new friend back towards the checkpoint that led to the library, leaving the cart behind. She took no notice of the open gate, and the guard missing from his post. They quickly made it to the library, where Twilight went to work searching the shelves. She took no notice of the closing door.

Without warning, Sugar Spice covered Twilight's mouth, taking the purple mare by surprise as the white mare took a shank from her orange jumpsuit's front pocket. Sugar Spice used the makeshift blade, stabbing Twilight in the chest in quick succession numerous times. Twilight tried to cry out, but all her strength quickly left her as Sugar Spice put her on the ground in a quickly growing pool of Twilight's own blood.

“That's for my mom and brother, you monster.” Sugar Spice said with malice and disgust as she dropped the shank on the floor, and made her way to the exit. Twilight tried to scream, only to start coughing up blood from her mouth. Sugar Spice didn't look back as she stepped out, and slammed the door behind her, leaving the dying mare to her fate. Twilight reached her hoof out in vain, almost as if to reach for the door handle across the room from her spot on the warm and sticky floor.

Twilight was choking, choking on her own blood, and she knew, she knew what was happening to her. Twilight turned over on her stomach with a struggle, unable to cough as the air in her lungs was quickly being replaced with blood. She tried to stand up, but quickly fell flat. The mare tried to scream, but only the sound of her gurgling filled the room. Twilight laid on her side as her strength left her, feeling the urge to shiver as her body grew cold. Her vision was blurring, and she was panicking.

Twilight tried to cry out again, and tried to use her hooves to put pressure on her numerous stab wounds. Both attempts failed, blood covering her mouth and her body too weak to put any meaningful pressure on her wounds. The desperate mare tried one last time to improve her situation as her vision started to fail her, trying to flap her wings with all her strength. She had to make it to the door, Twilight knew she wouldn't be found in time if she didn't make it.

Her wings lightly twitched, nothing more. In that moment, the mare relaxed, her vision going dark as she laid her head on the bloody floor.

Twilight Sparkle died in that room, alone and without her friends.

Author's Note

The long awaited update that nobody asked for is finally here after 8 years :)

This is canon btw