Manehattan, the city that never sleeps. It was a similar copy to New York's Manhattan but this city had "cleaner" air, "modest" citizens and proper "security". It was the "perfect" place to live in.

Within this city, there is a little suburban area that harbors all different types of housing from Victorian-style duplexes to the newly constructed modern day buildings.

Among them was a light yellow two-story house that this story will focus on for inside is the main character, waiting to be active.

Inside the house, a little girl is seen all alone in her well-lit bedroom, playing with her teddy bear dolls with a bored expression.

She had dark blue hair with a light fuschia streak on the right side of her head, light yellow grey skin and wore light yellow pajamas with little blue and pink candy patterns.

Her name is Sara "Sweetie" Drops and this is her story.

10 years ago - Summer - July 15, 2006 (Saturday) - 12:23 a.m- Raining

POV: Sara "Sweetie" Drops Age: 6 years old

Location: The Drops’ Family Residence, 47 Sweet Street, Manehattan Suburbs

It's so hot and boring.

I want to eat some cold ice cream right now but mommy and daddy would get really mad at me for eating dessert and they will ground me for two days.

Maybe if I jump on my bed like a trampoline, it might fast forward time and make me super excited when they do actually arrive here.

“Mommy and daddy are coming home today. Yay!” I screamed full of joy while jumping up and down my bed. “Mommy will read me a bedtime story and Daddy’s going to bring me hot chocolate. Right, Ms. Punch, Ms. Tools and Ms. Chance.”

I was talking to my “My Little Secret Agent” teddy bear dolls that my parents bought for me. I got Ms. Punch and Ms. Tools on my sixth birthday last week… before they left for their special job. I was so happy when they gave me my first doll, Ms.Chance at last Christmas, but I got really depressed when they disappeared at midnight for work and came back a week after New Years.

I wish they would have stayed longer for my birthday at least. My nanny's fun to be around but I just miss them.

“They said they were coming home this afternoon and it’s… 12:26 a.m. I want my bedtime story and hot cocoa. Now!” I yelled out as I impatiently waited for my parents. I jumped on my bed faster as I know that’s how to make time super fast.

My bed started making those horrible metal squeaking noises but I ignored it as I was too excited to see my parents. They said they were going to bring me presents from their trip that I didn't know they have taken.

I guess having secret agents for parents must mean little time for me to see them during the day and night. Super unfair.

But all I care right now was their arrival and see their faces. That's all that mattered.

“Ohhh, I hope I get another 'My Little Secret Agent' doll," I said as I grabbed Ms. Chance’s arms and twirled around with her as my expectations kept soaring higher and higher, as well as my bed jumping. “I might get Ms. Sneaky… Oh, maybe Ms. Beauty or Ms. Leader.”

I wanted to get all of the dolls but my parents say that I would become a spoiled brat if I always get what I want. I said “Nuh uh!” and they were like “We’re not gonna play your little game, Sara.”

I stopped hopping on my bed and lied down as I became really depressed when I began to remember our last conversation, that ended with an argument.

I hate it when they say my real name. This meant they were really mad at me, which scares me a lot, more than seeing monsters inside my closet or under my bed.

It’s so unfair! I want all the dolls, so I can have real friends. All the girls in my school have the entire doll collection and tease me for not having the complete set. If I had all of the dolls, maybe they will be my friends.

I stopped bouncing on my bed when I started to think about how I don’t have any friends, just because I don’t have all the dolls.

Mommy says that I should use my special candy-making talents that she taught me to give tasty sweets to the other kids. But Daddy says that they would only like me for my sweets, not me. He might have been right about that but I will never know.

I looked at all of my teddy bear dolls as I begin to worry about them.

By now, they should have used the telephone to call me to say that they were running a little late or something.

I approached my bedroom window, lay on my back and stared at our driveway to see if they are home.

“Where are they?”

2 Hours Ago

July 14 (Friday) - 10:48 p.m - Cloudy with a chance of rain

POV: The World (Earth) Age: Unspecified

Location: The "Badlands Desert", Manehattan/Canterlot City Highway

The air...

The harsh midnight air was dry and blazing hot as the Summer's heat envelopes the entire country, including Equis' undesired and hostile desert that many unfortunate souls have dubbed...

The Badlands

This rough and cruel sandy terrain was located at the far edge south-east of the country and cuts off at the perimeters of the Everfree Forest & Manehattan. It has existed after the first Nuclear power plant in Equis, the country where Canterlot city and Manehattan were located, caused an accidental explosion which somehow turned the once thriving green lands into a terrifying sandy physical representation of Hell itself.

That was ten years ago.

After years of decontamination, the desert was now safe to travel through the environment by vehicle but it is adviced by Equis' government officials and professional nuclear scientist that nobody must inhabit in the desert for there were still some radioactive residue deep or "Hot Spots" in the sand and might cause unknown side effects.

A few brave and stubborn individuals disobeyed that proposal and built their own small colonies near the desert's safe zone borders which were called "Cold Zones". The colonies consist of homeless who have nowhere else to live and sketchy individuals who commit felonious crimes in private.

Other than that the rest of the county's populace have taken advice seriously for it seems hopeless to live the desert safely.

But there was still a glimmering "hope" in this hellish terrain for the Badlands had one lone industrial skyscraper that was settled in the of the desert. This building funded by the "government" & "reliable shareholders", was called "Changeling Solutions Tower" and its sole purpose was to be a research facility for the nuclear scientists to find a solution to cleanse the nuclear fallout of the desert.

However, many people doubted that reason and have questioned the experts on how could the desert could have happened and the building's true mission. But they were either given complex science jargon that was hard to make any sense or those who searched for information about the area's unnatural transformation have mysteriously... disappeared.

As time went by, people began to accept the fact that this Desert was the aftereffect of the explosion and nothing else. But there is a group who refused to accept the lies that the innocent were provided.

This group is called Earth's Global Protection Agency or EGPA for short. They are an organization that safeguards every living thing on the planet from mysterious anomalies and dark forces.

Tonight, there was a formal dinner party at the skyscraper that all high-class individuals, such as celebrities, business moguls, and high ranked military leaders, were invited for unknown purposes, other than to "have a fun night".

The Agency was skeptical as to why a nuclear research facility would invite important figures to their "private" building to have sudden casual dinner as it would mean an extreme risk of having an intel leak on the research from the military executives, business magnates and most likely, foreign spies.

Their first response to this doubt was to send two experienced special field agents to infiltrate the area, gather any intel on the owners' motives to the invitation and recover the confidential research that the facilities are scheming behind the public eye.

It was going well and they assumed nobody speculated a thing. However, something went horribly wrong while they were obtaining the required data and the entire operation was compromised and the agents were in very hot water from the guards.

The agents had no choice but to escape the area with little data they could have gathered and currently on the run from their assaulters until they find a way out or The Agency send authorities or more agents to rescue them.

A battered black sports car is seen racing through the Desert's highway while being chased by other vehicles. The car is being shot at by black-suited individuals and clashing between the ramming cars and the road walls. They were about to arrive at Chrysalis Suspension Bridge.

Whoever designed the bridge must have bad taste, has a sinister imagination or an abstract architect for it had grotesque black and green spiny towers that resembled some sort of insect's exoskeleton, lining up on both sides of the bridge.

On each top of the tower, there are blue-tinted bridge lights were attached to the tip that shines the bridge's roads in an ominous and grim ambiance.

This bridge was the only path as it was connected straight to Manehattan. There was no other way unless they head towards the bottom of the bridge and follow the river leading to Canterlot City if they were THAT desperate enough to get away from the danger.

The driver of the car was a muscular man, he had dark cobalt blue short hair, light grey skin and blue eyes. He wore a tattered black suit and red tie, that looked like he had gotten out of an intense battlefield.

He was recklessly swerving through the endless rows of vehicles with bloodshot eyes and blood flowing out of his nose. The knuckles on both his hands were badly bruised and covered with his & other's blood. He and his wife fought a lot of men & women and managed to commandeer a vehicle to escape the skyscraper of death.

The passenger beside the man was a slightly younger woman; she had light fuschia long wavy hair, light yellow hair and violet eyes. Her attire consists a dark red backless dress and matching heel shoes, both of which were in the same conditions as her husband's clothes.

Her makeup was smeared all over her face and had a long visible slash mark on her left cheek that she got from a very sharp combat knife. It was still bleeding and had no proper bandage to stop the flow.

Both of the passengers were severely hurt, exhausted and have only one desire in their minds they want to fulfill no matter what happens to them; go home and see their daughter.

“Are they still trailing us?!” A woman stressfully yelled at her male partner as she rummages relentlessly through the back passenger's seat for any firearms and a communicator. Instead, she caught a bright yellow box with tiny candy symbols that had a big bow on top.

A single tear flowed out of her left eye as the sadness starts to take in when she saw the present. But she had to shake off her true emotions if she and her partner can ever survive this grueling ordeal they are currently in. She wiped off the tear and some of her mascara with her left hand.

The husband didn’t have time to look at his side-view mirrors to confirm his statement but the constant gunfire on their car was enough proof to be true. “They're still chasing us, Honey.” The husband replied back aloud. "Those persistent bastards!" He slammed his right fist on the top of the steering wheel. “Damn it, I promised Sweetie her hot chocolate tonight.”

“And I promised her a bedtime story.” The wife cried as they reminisce their memories of their daughter for what seems like their final time, but their moment was cut short for they were still in danger from their stubborn assailants.

“The Director should have known about this.” She hissed, angry at their leader for not giving them proper information on the operation they have taken. "She screwed us. That lying bitch."

“Don’t blame the Director.” The husband opposed to his wife’s irrational accusation. “The Agency didn’t know that the Mastermind was…”

The husband’s statement was cut abruptly short as their car took a final critical explosion from an RPG missile.

The back of the car was the first to get blown away, which caused it to burst into flames, fly in the air, perform a front flip and was crashed towards the bottom of the bridge. The seatbelts didn't help their situation as they can't get out of the car, began to flail around like lifeless dolls and damaging their already injured bodies.

The river had, unfortunately, no water at the bottom meaning the car continued to burn as it smashed down on the rough terrain.

The assailants stopped and got out of their cars to inspect their targets' status. To ensure that their victims are gone, they pulled out their guns & rocket launchers and proceeded to shot directly at the burning wreckage to ensure that nobody in the car will get away alive. After a few seconds of firing, they returned back into their vehicles and casually drove off back to their headquarters, The Tower.

This tragedy became even worse as the sky began...

To Rain.

Author's Note

Sara "Sweetie" Drops

Status: Alive

Current Emotion(s): Worried and Depressed

Advice For The Next Chapter: Be Prepared for the problems coming your way.

Hey guys, I just released the prologue because I can, but I'm not updating a new chapter every week like "Humans Are Awesome". Maybe in the future (next year future).

And as for the My Little Secret Agent (MLSA) teddy bear dolls, they are meant to be personifications of Bon Bon's future agent team and what their main roles are.

Ms. Chance- The Agent of Luck
Ms. Punch- The Agent of Defense
Ms. Tools- The Agent of Preparation
Ms. Beauty- The Agent of Persuasion
Ms. Sneaky- The Agent of Infiltration
Ms. Leader- The Leader of Secret 6

Thanks for reading this new edition.

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