One year after Sketch’s death everypony has moved on as if he had never been there, Twilight still has her duties, Spike is forever loyal to his “sister” Twilight, and Owlicious and Spike still argue over who gets the last apple tart. But the accident had bothered her more than she would ever admit, the site of his burnt corpse, or what was left of it, in the forge was mentally scarring, she had been having nightmares when he would crawl out and ask her for help as if she could save him, she kept telling him she couldn’t but the dreams kept coming.

All but two have forgotten him, one being Mocha Jon had attempted something drastic...

“Is he breathing?!” A nurse shouts as Mocha’s gurney bursts in through the door from the ambulance bay.

“He’s barely got the capacity to do so. Celestia’s sake, I can’t believe he tried it with a broken horn.” a doctor replies.

2 hours earlier

Mocha Jon stood alone in his empty shop, ever since the incident with Sketch everypony laid blame on him and since then has become the pariah of Ponyville, everyone avoiding his shop and him at all costs. His business had died along with the only person to accept him, and he killed him. Sure it was an accident but the guilt was overwhelming. He had done self-harm when he was younger but what he had done the past year would make most ill. With no one to even acknowledge him, his business dying, and no reason to live he decided to end it all. He was too much of a coward to try the toaster in the bath trick, couldn’t tie knots to save, or in this case, end his life, so he fell back on the only option he could, incineration.

He closed shop early, as if it mattered, and charged his horn with as much magic as he could muster. The way he was attempting to euthanize himself was to charge up enough raw energy in his horn over a small period of time without expelling it, the heat would build and magic overload would happen, thus turning him to ash.That was the plan but due to his magic overload when he teleported Sketch to his demise, by accident, his horn crack as due to its small size he couldn’t hold a very large charge, or so he thought, and the damage to it only made it more unstable.

As he charged it he began to think of how things went so wrong so fast, one moment he had a booming business, a friend who cared, he even had the bucking princess of friendship in his shop, he had always wanted to be among her inner circle and with Sketch as his friend he was hoping it might come true. As he thought of this he realized that he might have been using him to get close to the one he admired from afar all these years. As he thought of how he might have been a worse pony than he thought the magic began building to painfully high levels.

Magic sparks were crackling in neon blue from his horn, it was so bright and hot to him that he honestly thought this is what thermite felt like, or at least that is how Sketch described what it might be like. With the spell almost complete the front door chime rang out through the store, and a mare walked in.

“Excuse me? Is anypony he-” But before she could finish her question there was a bright flash from the back room and a scream, the mare ran back to where she heard it from and found Mocha Jon burnt all over. Scorch marks lining the walls of the small storage room, a bag singed and some paper filters burning. She screamed and within moments more townsfolk broke in to find the suicide attemptee on the ground bleeding heavily. The spell misfired and instead of an incineration effect, it was more like being struck by lightning. Normally only unicorns of immense power or alicorns could cast a spell of that power, one of deadly force, but he had been planning this for a while. He had been avoiding the use of magic so he could save up the energy from a few months and unleash it in one blast to end it all, but due to his previous spell that damaged his horn, it was unable to kill him since he couldn’t accurately cast the spell. It should have just turned him to a pile of ash, but instead it released it all around him, think single target damage versus area of effect spells as for why it only nearly killed him and not ‘poof’ no more unicorn.

Back at the hospital at the current time

The staff brought him to the Intensive Care Unit and put him on life support.

“I know what he did, but I can’t believe anypony would try that!?” One of the nurses said as they looked at the report from the scene and were horrified that he tried to cast illegal magic on himself as a suicide attempt.

“Well I can, it may have been an accident, but he is still guilty of ponyslau- ehm, manslaughter, so he deserves this at least.” One of the male nurses replies as he looks apathetically at the stallion in question before walking away to do literally anything else.

After an hour Twilight shows up, she may not like him because of his misuse of magic, but when the guard told her what happened she was horrified, she never thought he would go as far to kill himself. She waits patiently for him to wake up and stays the night waiting for him to rouse from his self-induced coma.

Morning comes and he is still out like a light, except this light bulb’s fuse was nearly broken.

“Ugh…” He moans as his right eye cracks open, the sunlight through the window blinding him momentarily as his eye slams shut, only to re-open as it adjusts.

“Mocha?” Twilight says, trying to catch his attention.

“Twi-light?”

“I shouldn’t have blamed you for what happened, none of us should have...I-I’m sorry.”

“Twi-light...He’s...n-not….dead….”

“What?” She leans in closer to see if he can repeat himself only to hear his heart rate monitor start blaring, she looks over to see he has flat lined.

Various nurses and doctors rush over and begin resuscitation, for fifteen minutes Twilight watches on in disbelief as she watches them try to revive him to no avail after they stop he lay in sanguined bandages.

“What did he say?” Nurse RedHeart asks Twilight as she turns from Mocha Jon, Twilight herself has her eyes locked onto his now dead body

“I-I don’t know, I think he said someone’s not dead, but the only person who’s died recently from something other than natural causes was Sketch, and we buried him!” Twilight panics, she has no idea what is going on, why would Mocha Jon say that when he was there to see him dead? Was he hallucinating? Yeah, of course, he must be he-

Later, across town at the cemetery

The graveyard was silent and covered in a blanket of fog, she makes her way past the gate to see if her insane theory is wrong, it had to be, right? She was there when they buried him, he has to be dead, right? She finds the back left corner left for those with no family to be buried with and she finds the middle row last grave site on the...left…

“Oh no…” She whimpers as she backtracks before turning 180 and galloping out of the site.

What made her run? The spot where Sketch’s tombstone was? There a large hole, not from a grave robber with a shovel, but a perfectly rectangular hole exactly big enough to lift the coffin out. The coffin, nowhere to be found, only left a foal sized casket shaped hole in front of his tombstone.

Where is his body? What did Mocha Jon mean? Find out on the next episode of

DRAGON BALL Z

Author's Note

Welp, here's where my fun begins, also I debated on the look of this next part for a while but thanks to a music video I downloaded a few years back I didn't need to be original, thanks to youtube! (JK I just really like the character design in it and it fits what the character is about and what not)