I sat in my favorite chair, behind my only desk, in my Manehattan apartment. Midnight was approaching. I looked through the large stack of police papers that served to provide evidence for my suspects (which I was only able to acquire after pestering Detective Lass for twenty minutes). Every pony with purple hair that lived in Manehattan had a paper in this stack, and I was having un foin2 of a time going through them.

I eventually came across a familiar name: Bubble Runner. The mare who hired me for this case. As I skimmed through the paper, thinking that she, most likely, wasn't the culprit, something in the "Major Medical Ailments" section caught my eye:

Multiple personality disorder.

My brain began to think before I even really comprehended the information.

Multiple personality disorder causes the pony that has it to have two or more distinguished personalities inside of them, each their own separate pony. Not only that, but Bubble Runner's mane is purple...

What if Bubble Runner was the culprit?

While the personality that had hired me seemed to like Sunny Side, what if she had another personality that absolutely loathed her? Hated Sunny enough to kill her?

But that couldn't be it! When Bubble Runner came in to hire me, her mane was purple! Not the bright yellow found at the crime scene!

However, Manehattan was a city of many wonders, and I wouldn't be surprised if she could have gotten her dye stripped...

But she's also and Earthpony! What Earthpony escapes from a murder by jumping down from the fourth floor?

This could be solved with the multiple personalities. If she had a murderous mind in her head, why not a daredevil as well?

Everything fit together in my head:

Bubble Runner's murderer inside of her had had enough of Sunny Side. After dyeing her mane to protect her identity from the police, she went to Sunny's apartment, pretending to be the friendly personality. Bubble stabbed Sunny when she first got the chance. Looking for an escape, she jumped to the windowsill, only to be overcome by another personality. Thankfully for Bubble Runner, that was the adventurous, unafraid personality, and after seeing the challenge before her, she happily jumped off the ledge and onto the street below. Only suffering from minor injuries, she limped home and went to bed. Upon waking up, she was once again the friendly Bubble. Once she saw her mane, she hated it, and called a friend in a salon to help her. While she was getting the dye stripped, the police called to say that Sunny was dead, and feeling extreme grief and anger at the police for thinking it was a suicide, came to hire me.

I trusted this theory enough to call Detective Lass immediately.

I rang his police phone, which he actually picked up. At this hour, I thought it would be the night guard.

"Detective Lass, who is this?"

"Detective Blanc. I think I have the culprit to our little murder case."

"Sorry, Miss Murder, but I'm busy. We just got a call about an actual murder a few minutes ago. So, if you'll excuse me--"

"Who's the victim? These cases could be related."

"Please. Manehattan's a big city. There's almost no chance of the cases--"

"Would you just tell me who the victim is?"

Silence. Then, "Fine. A mare named Bubble Runner. Now, can I--"

"I'll be right there." I stated before hanging up on the detective.

"Oh mon3," I said, gazing at the scene in front of me.

Bubble Runner also lived in an apartment, like Sunny, but it was a very new and expensive one. It was built of white bricks and had seven stories. The windows were huge. One window, on the seventh floor, was open, with translucent curtains blowing into the night. I figured that was Bubble Runner's apartment, so I made my way up there as fast as I could.

The door to the apartment was open wide, and I walked into a chic room with many stylish furnishings and plants. I scanned the room, looking for a body, but I didn't see one.

I saw the detective at the other end of the apartment and ran to him. "Where's the body?"

"In the kitchen, over there," he said, pointing to an adjoining room. I galloped in, not wasting a second.

Upon entering, I immediately saw a dead Bubble Runner lying on the tile. Beginning my work, I examined the body.

Bubble was on her stomach, her legs flailed out around her. In the middle of her back was a long metal pole, which I realized was the curtain rod after looking at the kitchen window, with its curtains on the floor below it. The police had already traced the body, so after I put on some gloves, I didn't hesitate to flip it over. The pole stuck out a little through her stomach, and a puddle of blood remained where it had previously been lying. I noticed some mild bruising on her chin and underside, suggesting she had been forcefully pushed to the tile before being impaled by the rod.

"Bon sang4," I muttered. "This just keeps getting better and better..."

Author's Note

Translation Notes
(I decided to begin adding superscripts by the Prench/French to help you all with translating.)

1. La Preuve (Chapter title)- The Evidence
2. un foin (Paragraph 1)- one hay
3. Oh mon (Paragraph 24)- Oh my
4. Bon sang (Paragraph 31)- *explicit language*