"Welp, I'm broke." Wave Chill mumbled out after giving away the last of his bits to Fleetfoot for landing on one of her properties for what felt like the 30th time that night. Fleetfoot couldn't hold in her laughter as she added to her now huge pile of bits.

"It would probably help if you actually tried making a strategy in this game." Spitfire said to Wave as he stood up from the table. Wave Chill scoffed.

"This game has no strategy involved, it's all random chance, I swear to Celestia!" Wave slurred out angrily as he walked across the rec room and collapsed on the couch. Fleetfoot got up and walked over to the couch as well and started patting Wave's head lightly.

"Aw, come on Chilly Willy, don't get all butthurt on us nooow." Fleet also slurred out, being just as stoned as Wave Chill was.

"Fleet, just leave Wave alone, this game was running a bit long anyway." Spitfire said as she began gathering up the game pieces with the help of Dash and Soarin.

"Does that mean I win? I definitely have the most bits on the table!" Fleetfoot said happily as she slid back over to the table and hugged her pile of bits. Spitfire rolled her eyes and groaned. She had started out in the lead, but kept landing on Fleetfoot's property, allowing Fleetfoot to take the lead.

"Alright, you win Fleet." Spifire deadpanned.

"Yes!" Fleetfoot cheered, pumping her hooves into the air. Soarin chuckled.

"Yeah, maybe now with all those extra bits, you'll be able to afford a halfway decent Hearth's Warming gift." Soarin said mockingly. Fleetfoot glared at him.

"Hey, my gift last year wasn't that bad!" Fleetfoot argued.

"An ugly sweater that was also very itchy and uncomfortable, yeah, that was totally your best effort." Spitfire said sarcastically. But before Fleetfoot could argue any further, the lights in the rec room began to go dim before shutting off completely. The room went dark, and the ambient noise of the building's heater turned off. The only noise remaining was the relentless sound of wind pounding against the exterior walls.

"Woah! What happened?" Rainbow Dash quickly asked after the lights went out. Spitfire groaned.

"Probably the power generator, that thing must've blown a fuse." Spitfire explained.

"Someone should probably go take car of that." Soarin suggested. Spitfire nodded and turned to Fleetfoot.

"Fleet, you and I are gonna go fix the power." Spitfire explained. Fleetfoot rolled her eyes, but nodded in submission. Spitfire then turned to Soarin and Dash. "I need you two to go check on everypony else, check the mess hall, locker rooms, dorms, everywhere! With Surprise MIA tonight, this might be a prank." Spitfire ordered. Soarin and Dash both nodded. Spitfire finally turned her head to Wave Chill, who was sitting up from the couch with a blank stare on his face.

"Wave, you stay here in case anyone comes back wondering why the lights are off, okay?" Spitfire explained a little more intensely than the others in hopes of piercing through his haze of weed induced high. Wave Chill audibly gulped and nodded quickly.

"Alright, let's hop to it." Spitfire said as she motioned for Fleetfoot to follow her. The two left the room, followed closely by Soarin and Dash. As soon as the others were out, Wave Chill fell back onto the couch and let out a long drawn out sigh.

Spitfire and Fleetfoot made their way through the now nearly pitch black hallways of the compound towards the maintenance room, which was connected all over the compound through a series of hallways. They quickly entered one by the rec room and moved towards where the power room was.

"You don't really think Surprise is trying to prank us with the power, do you?" Fleetfoot asked, slightly stumbling from how high she was, though she was not nearly at the level of Wave Chill, who had earned the title of being the Wonderbolt's biggest stoner.

"I hope not, I hope it's just blown a fuse, because I do not feel like disciplining anypony tonight, we're supposed to be celebrating." Spitfire explained as they approached the power room. Spitfire suddenly stopped, stretching her foreleg out in front of Fleet to stop her. Fleetfoot gave Spitfire a confused look, until she saw what made her stop.

The door to the generator room was open a crack...

"Hello?!" Soarin called out as he and Dash walked into the darkened mess hall. Before entering, they stopped at one of the broom closets on the way where they found a flashlight. Soarin pointed the beam around the mess hall, not seeing anything out of the ordinary.

"Maybe the kitchen?" Dash suggested, pointing her hoof towards the food serving area. Soarin nodded and the two walked over to it.

The two entered the kitchen, it looking just as empty as the mess hall. They slowly continued investigating it. Soarin approached the fridge doors and opened a few up, looking for anypony who could be hiding.

"I have a bad feeling." Dash suddenly spoke up. Soarin looked over at her from the fridge with a concerned look.

"About what?" he asked as he walked over to her.

"About tonight, ever since Surprise left. She LOVES parties, just as much as Pinkie, and she never came back after I suggested that she apologize to Lightning Streak. On top of that, Lightning never came back, and High Winds never even showed up after we put our stuff away in our rooms. I hope it's just nothing, but I still have a bad feeling." Dash explained. Soarin quickly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug.

"It's okay, it probably is nothing, but it'll be okay. I'll make sure nothing bad happens." Soarin said, pulling back and looking into her eyes. Dash smiled and leaned in, placing a quick peck on the lips.

"Thanks Soarin." she whispered. Soarin smiled as she stepped back.

"Don't worry, we'll be laughing and smiling about this in the morning, I promise. Now let's finish looking." Soarin suggested. Dash nodded and went back to looking around the kitchen. Soarin finished looking through the fridges and looked through the pantry before looking back over at Dash.

Dash looked through a few cupboards, which contained nothing but kitchen utensils and cooking supplies, and finished her search at the freezer. She pushed it open and peered inside, she panned across the freezer, past all the boxes and other things in there, looking for anything suspicious.

Suddenly, a hoof was placed on her shoulder and she flinched and looked over to see Soarin standing next to her.

"Did you find anything?" Soarin asked. Dash groaned and lightly jabbed him in the side.

"Don't sneak up on me like that!" Dash said angrily. "But, no, nothing in there." Dash explained. Soarin nodded and motioned towards the exit.

"Come on, let's go check the locker rooms." Soarin suggested. Dash nodded and closed the freezer door to follow her, completely missing Misty Fly's body on the other side of the freezer door.

Spitfire and Fleetfoot carefully approached the generator room, their hoofsteps being as quiet and careful as possible, in case whoever opened the door was still in their.

As they got closer, Spitfire noticed something alarming.

The power room was always locked after the maintenance staff left for the night, so nopony would be able to get in without a key. While there were no keys in sight, the lock on the door was smashed, allowing access to whoever broke it open.

Spitfire quickly got up to the wall on one side of the doorway, with Fleetfoot on the other side. Spitfire held up three feathers and motioned towards the doorway, silently explaining that they would jump into the room after Spitfire counted down from three. Fleetfoot nodded.

Spitfire took a deep breath before holding up her three feathers again...

3...

Spitfire bent one down, Fleetfoot also took a deep breath...

2...

Spitfire bent down the second and tensed her legs, getting ready. Fleetfoot's heart began to pound...

1....

Spitfire bent down the last feather and the two leapt from the doorway and into the room, flinging the door open. They were ready to confront the culprit, but there was nopony there.

"What the?" Fleetfoot said aloud. Spitfire scanned the room, noticing that it everything seemed to be normally in place. She then glanced over to the generator, and noticed something.

Wave Chill stumbled up from the couch and made his way over to the record player. He was getting bored and needed some tunes to get him down from his high. He knew that the player was battery powered, so he knew he could play something during the blackout.

He carefully took the record that was on there and carefully placed it back into it's sleeve, which was one of DJ Pone-3's latest records. He then looked into the box full of records and began to sort through them. He was so focused on his tunes, he didn't hear the door opening behind him.

The killer stepped into the rec room slowly, this time armed with a fire ax they stole off the wall by the mess hall.

"Aha!" Wave Chill suddenly exclaimed. He took the record out of the sleeve and place it on the turntable. He then used his wing to gently lift up the needle and dropped it onto the record. The sounds of a guitar started playing before the vocals began, being sung by what sounded like 2 males, and 2 females.

Wave Chill stumbled back from the record player, and started singing along to the first verse of the song, he started to bob his head along to the song, oblivious to the other pony in the room.

As the song entered it's second verse, he finally turned around and saw the other pony in the room with him.

"What the-?" was all Wave Chill got out in terms of words before the killer used the end of the ax handle to hit Wave Chill square in the snout and send him over the couch. Wave landed on the floor on the other side of the couch and wiped his nose with his hoof. His nose was bleeding profusely.

Spitfire walked closer to the generator and began to examine it. It looked okay from the outset, but then Spitfire looked over at the space where the fuse was to be placed.

The fuse in the generator was still in, but it did not look like it was just blown out form prolonged use...

It was smashed....

Wave Chill looked up and saw the killer standing over the couch with their ax risen into the air for a strike. Wave Chill quickly rolled away before the ax buried itself in the couch cushion.

Wave Chill quickly got up and made a beeline for the rec room door, but didn't get very far. The killer pulled the ax from the couch and rushed at Wave Chill as he tried to escape and forced him against the wall.

She used the ax handle to choke Wave Chill against the wall. His hind legs began to kick and thrash as the killer slammed his head against the wall before throwing him over to the Ping Pong table, causing it to collapse with a loud crash.

"The fuse was smashed." Spitfire said to Fleetfoot after she was done examining the generator. Fleetfoot's eyes widened.

"You mean, this was sabotage?" Fleetfoot asked in shock. Spitfire nodded.

"What? Was the smashed lock on the door not enough of a dead giveaway?" Spitfire asked before looking over at the storage closet, where they kept the spare fuses. It too was open slightly.

Spitfire opened up the door and grabbed the box that stored the fuses. She placed it down and looked inside. She let out a gasp as she peered into the box.

Every spare fuse was smashed...

"Uh....ah.....what..?" Wave Chill mumbled as he tried to retain focus after crashing through the Ping Pong table. He could see the blurry silhouette of his attacker approaching him. Still brandishing the ax.

"Wha...Why are you doing this?" Wave Chill whimpered out. The killer only chuckled in response. She finally reached Wave Chill and stood over him, glaring down at him with a sadistic smile on her face.

Wave Chill stared up at her and squinted his eyes. Despite the suit giving her a slight grey tint to her mane and coat colors, Wave Chill somehow remembered her somewhere.

"Wait...you...?" Wave Chill started. The killer gritted her teeth and rose the ax high above her head.

"You...your that-"

*Crunch*

Wave Chill didn't get to finish before the killer drove the ax deep into Wave Chill's skull. They stumbled back from the body and watched as the blood began to pour over his face and onto the ground, which was still contorted into a look of confusion and pain. She wiped her muzzle with a hoof and turned to leave, leaving the ax lodged in Wave's head.

She didn't need any of these dickbags knowing who she was before she killed them.

"Fleet, listen to me..." Spitfire began, looking up at Fleetfoot from the fuse box storage. Fleetfoot quickly stood attention. "I need you to go to the dorms and wake up anypony you see sleeping, and if Fire and Misty are still going at it, interrupt them, directly if you have to, and tell everypony that we are on high alert." Spitfire explained. Fleetfoot nodded and saluted. Spitfire nodded back and started for the door.

"What about you?" Fleetfoot asked.

"I'm going to get Wave Chill, and Soarin and Dash if I see them." Spitfire quickly said before running out the door. Fleetfoot wasted no time doing the same.

Author's Note

Who's the Killer?
Wrong Answers Only.