Scootaloo had been lead into her cell in Pod C, one of the pods with four cells. The cell parallel to her had two beds and was occupied by two dangerous-looking fillies. They looked to be twins and shared the same colorless eyes, brown coats, and messy blonde manes.

The bed Scootaloo was sitting on was rather stiff with thin blankets. In one corner there was a desk and chair, (bolted to the wall to prevent possible 'incidents') and in the other was a gross-looking sink and toilet. There was a small, square barred window with bullet-proof glass that gave a brief look into the outside world.

Scootaloo had arrived at the perfect time- free time. She would not be allowed free time until tomorrow, though. Since she had nothing better to do, she stared at the dull, gray wall and allowed herself to zone out.

"Psssst, newbie!" A voice whisper-shouted, pulling Scootaloo back into reality. "Over here!"

"Wha...?" The voice was coming from one of the twins. They both stared at her intently. "What?" She continued with a hushed voice.

"What are you in here for?" The one on the right asked.

"We killed our family," the one on the left added in a placid tone.

"Well... a lot of reasons... I skinned my bully's cutie marks off, pushed my friends out a hospital window, tortured and nearly killed the two cops that were after me," she paused to grin at the marveling faces of the twins. "And then 'visited' the two cops in the hospital, stabbed one in the chest, and was half way through skinning the other's cutie marks and cutting off his wings when the nurse walked in."

"You did..."

"All that..."

"Yep," Scootaloo beamed proudly. These two fillies who looked to be at least four years older than her were acting like she was Celestia. Soon she would be Celestia's equivalent. Could alicorns be murdered? She would have to find out... Twilight was an alicorn. "How long have you guys been here?"

"Four months."

"And six days."

It seemed weird how the twins talked like they were passing the metaphorical talking stick. Once one ended their thought, the other would continue on their own. They never disrupted each other and always stayed practically symmetrical. "Wait, why aren't you allowed to have free time?" Scootaloo inquired.

The two looked at one another with malicious grins and cackled devilishly before turning back to Scootaloo. "If you have violent behavior you get to visit the 'Segregation Rooms'."

"It's a cell where you can't hurt yourself or others."

"You stay there for 24 hours while some creepy dude supervises you."

"Ah, so no dice of escaping in the... Segregation Room?" Scootaloo asked.

"If there was, we wouldn't be here." The right one clarified.

"We've been there enough times to have it memorized."

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Twist was in Pod B, one with five cells. She was in the cell made for two foals. She curled up on the top bunk as she tried to stifle her deep, shaky breaths. She tried in through the nose and out through the mouth but her body still acted like she was panicking.

Twist had already gotten a glimpse of her cellmate and was not pleased. They were a tall, orange filly with a red mane and tail. The problem with them was that she had given Twist a sideways glance that looked like a murderer.

Twist suddenly heard the familiar sound of hooves clacking on cement inside the cell. She hesitantly sat up and looked down at the open, barred door. Her cellmate, along with two other fillies, was standing and talking in the entrance. Twist wasn't a professional on the rules, but she was sure they weren't allowed to do that.

"Hey there, newbie." The tall filly greeted. "Since we are going to be sharing a room for a minimum of 5 years, I suppose we should get chummy."

"B... Na... I- I..." Twist sputtered as she scooted backward.

"I'm Dolly," they bowed politely, never breaking eye contact with Twist. "What's your name?"

"I- I... I'm..." Twist could hardly speak, but she still tried her hardest to hide how nervous she was. "I'm... Twist."

"Twist? What a lovely name." Dolly turned and looked down at the two other fillies. "Puppy Dog, Tails," she snapped quietly, "shoo!"

Once the two other fillies exited the cell, Twist was extremely uneasy. She took a deep breath and finally got herself to say something. "You aren't supposed to be around the cells!" She shouted louder than she expected or wanted to.

"Shshshshhhh!" Dolly's wings spread and she leaped onto the top bunk to cover Twist's mouth. "You're gonna get me on thin ice!" She whisper-shouted.

Twist screamed as loud as she could with somepony covering her mouth. A guard heard and 'removed' Dolly from the cell.

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Rainbow Dash was sitting at a small wooden table inside a compact room as she waited to be interviewed. Even though the lighting was perfect, she still felt like it was too bright. She tapped her hoof anxiously on the table and stared at the door.

After about five minutes, or what seemed like hours, an officer entered. She was a sky blue unicorn with a lime green mane and tail. She sauntered to the table and sat down before suspending a pencil and notebook in front of herself.

"Let's just get right into this," she began apathetically. "I'm Officer June and I already know you're Rainbow Dash."

"Yea-"

"How has Scootaloo's behavior been lately?" The unicorn interrupted.

"I haven't seen her in a while because of the storm clou-"

"Last time you saw her. How'd she act?" June insisted.

"Well..." Wasn't the last time she saw her when she was being questioned? Scootaloo had acted normally. "She didn't do or say anything out of the norm."

"Before that? Anything that happened within the past month."

Dash paused. The death of the other crusaders... She gulped. "Her... friends died after visiting her- while visiting her. Pushed out a window."

"We already have that incident recorded. First, she was labeled a victim of attempted first-degree murder, but was changed into the murderer." June explained this like it was common knowledge.

"B-But what if she didn't do it? What if she's wrongly-"

"She admitted to it! She explained how and why she killed her best friends! She also has told us a disturbing description of how she skinned her bully's cutie marks off."

Rainbow Dash stared wide-eyed and her mouth gaping. Scootaloo was a murderer. She was a cold-blooded monster. She wasn't her sister, she was an imposter. Rainbow wasn't sure how to feel about the information and sat in silent horror.

Author's Note

Shooort chapter