The alarm clock buzzed.

Illesio groaned and sat upright in bed, glancing at the clock. It was Sunday.

What the hell happened yesterday? I can't remember a thing.

She cursed as her head caught up to her mind. Got the worst hangover, too. Must've been out too late again.

She rolled out of bed, fixed herself a quick breakfast, and walked down the stairs of the complex and away from her room, which, if she had only known, was the very same apartment Clear Sight had occupied during his time at CSGT. The universe works in strange ways...

She walked outside, blinked bleary-eyed, and looked around. All she saw were ponies walking outside, blinking bleary-eyed, and looking around.

She was too tired to notice, and left for her office at the Canterlot Journal. A journalist never rests, not even on the weekends: there's just too much politics to comment upon, remarks to twist, and analyses to compile. No, a rest could mean missing the scoop of the century, and that was something she was not going to miss.

But by the time she got there, however, the previous day had flooded back to her, and she was instantly fully awake, taking a fresh look at the situation.

Clear Sight had done something, but what? What was going on?

She reached the Canterlot Journal, where her boss Straight Facts (a peculiar name due to its unwavering hypocrisy) didn't look too much better than she herself had just been feeling.

"Great, Illesio. You don't look so good yourself. I'd be more concerned, but right now I've got a severe migrane. So," she gestured to a sheet of paper on the desk in front of her, "looks like today you get the special privilege of being the first media personnel to interview the ALPHA bit--I mean bosses. Congratulations," she clapped in a lackluster manner. "Now shoo, get the radio crew. You arrive at eleven-thirty."

She returned to her work, muttering and massaging her temples, and Illesio was left in utter stupefaction.

Aside from the pained manner in which the order was given, that was the exact same thing that happened yesterday.

She took a minute to quietly lose her sanity, before she pulled herself together and decided to reason it out. Clearly, Clear Sight was behind this, whatever it was...

The radio crew arrived fifteen minutes later to find her in a state of fear, but besides the fact that they all seemed just as tired as everyone else Illesio had met that day, they acted precisely the same as the first time.

Illesio finally had to admit that something utterly strange, annoyingly unexplained, and truly inexplicable was going on. Everyone she talked to was as put out as she was, they all had no recollection of the previous day, and they all looked at her with blank expressions when she brought up the subject.

She and the radio crew left early, hopping on the train to Ponyville, where they would transfer onto the ALPHA monorail through the Everfree.

The conductor chatted with the same mare two rows up, just like before.

The stallion walking down the aisle slipped on a fallen paper, just like before.

When they arrived in Ponyville, things were just as unexplained. Everyone seemed to have no memory whatsoever of the previous day, because even though she didn't remember anything after Clear Sight had done...whatever it was, she at least...knew there existed a day before today...

She got a sneaking suspicion that she was being put into some sort of science fiction novel, or...or switched to a different timeline, or a time loop, or...something was up, she knew that much.

The monorail swept swiftly towards the previous site of the Castle of the Two Sisters, which had been renovated years prior into the front facade and lobby of the much larger ALPHA head office.

The monorail stopped and the crew stepped out, having recovered from their headaches, and made the same conversation with each other.

Just like before.

They walked into the lobby, talked with the clerk at the front desk, and navigated through the same series of hallways and corridors.

Again, just like before.

They entered the newly built interview room, created for ALPHA's rebranding. The door on the other side swung open...

And that's when things became very, very unlike before.

Clear Sight burst into the room, yelling and holding a lethal-looking pointed object in his hoof. He pointed it at the radio crew and it lit up with a blinding emerald light.

When Illesio looked again, the crew was gone.

But before she could react, Clear Sight hissed, "Don't worry! I just teleported them to a safe spot, no need for calisthenics!"

He motioned wildly for her to follow him, and really, what other choice did she have?

After what seemed like hundreds of hallways later, they were back at the Technology Center. Clear Sight raised the pointed object and lit it up to open the theatrically carved door, giving Illesio a good look at what his weapon was.

It was a...well, there was really only one thing it could be. An artificial unicorn horn.

The thought threatened to boggle her off this mortal coil.

They entered the cavernous room again, but this time, it looked vastly different. The floor was clear, the projects were gone, even the fun six-sided summoning circle had disappeared. You could see all the way back to the end of the room, thousands of feet away.

Something was there, but Clear Sight turned to Res, who had just popped into existence a few feet away, and said, "Alright, Res, now we can all agree that although that idea was probably the best possible way to deal with the entirety of Equestria's logic-less public, it was pretty much the worst."

"I still think it turned out pretty well," said Res, but Clear Sight interrupted, "Are you kidding me? Reality bending in several different exotic ways, rampant denial of the butterfly effect? Sorry, but no shiz, something's going on here."

Res raised a hoof. "Alright, alright, I'll give you that much. But we still have to figure out what to do with the interview. Do we cancel it?"

Clear Sight thought for a moment, and then shook his head, saying, "Heck no! We do the interview, we do something so that the fragile, emotional minds of ninety percent of the population don't snap and come at us like ravenous motorized leeches, and we continue with our lives as whatever passes for normal."

He put his head in his hooves. "But, listen here. Do you know how close to a destabilization in every single aspect of the word we came? This cannot happen again," he said to Res, poking him to accentuate each word.

Illesio decided this was most likely the best time to come into the conversation, "Excuse me, but what actually happened?"

Res and Clear Sight looked at each other for a moment and shrugged. "A single case would probably be OK..." Clear Sight reasoned, and then turned to Illesio.

"OK, so I got this rock here," he gestured to his necklace, "that can help me wipe the memories of any sentient being. I used this on everything in Equestria, except me, you, and Res, all at once to forget what happened from Saturday morning to Saturday evening. It worked, but it did some...other, really interesting things, and I mean interesting in the worst possible sense of the word."

Illesio thought about this for a minute.

She had seen some strange things in her time, most of them connected with ALPHA, but this took the cake.

But to be honest, she wasn't surprised, and it finally seemed to clear up an enormous amount of occurrences, particularly the fact that no media coverage existed of the facilities.

She nodded. "Understandable. So what now?"

Res and Clear Sight looked at each other again and shrugged again. "Guess not," Clear Sight mumbled, and then continued, "So, we've still got to do our interview with you, but we've got to either tell the plot twist before the next segment, which would have no flow..."

Illesio was hoping for that one.

"...Or we make something up on the fly."

Probably not hoping so much for that one.

Res thought about it for a second, motioned for Clear Sight to come over, and had a fierce mental conversation that consisted of a brief staring contest, an interpretive dance number, and a ferocious game of what looked to be rock paper scissors.

Finally Res turned around and said, "We're going to have to make something up on the fly. The pros outweigh the cons of telling the twist too soon."

"Can't you tell the twist to me at least?" Illesio put on her best 'lady with a purpose' face.

Res put on his best 'why do I even bother, you absolutely vapid journalist' face. "That would ruin the point, and the suprise--I mean, surprise."

Well that's that. No use trying to get information out of these two, it's like trying to open a bank vault encased in concrete and protected by a full battery of magic missiles.

She sighed, and said, "Alright, let's get on with it."

--<>-------What in Equestria just happened?-------<>--/

Author's Note

oh yeah,,, lady with a purpose ;;;;)

This is where the story gets strange

implying that it wasn't weird before

2 hrs 45 min

Cheers from a violently bleeding man currently, im not joking
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