Werewolf Among Us

The sun sat high in the sky, shining down rays of light onto Equestria. One town enjoyed it more then others: Ammyville. Several days had passed since the last full moon, the werewolf was dead. The town rejoiced. A funeral was held for the sheriff, who died heroically defending his hometown, and the ponies in it. A callous individual, but his heart was in the right place.

Sketched sat in the bed in the clinic, her wounds were patched up, but she still had some healing to do before she could leave. The front door opened, and in Daffy Dill, wearing the deputies uniform.

"Sketched!" Deputy Daffy gleefully called out her name.

"Daffy!" Sketched responded, equally excited.

"How have you been?" Daffy asked, trotting to the bedside.

"The doctor said I had to stay for a few more days before I could leave." Sketched explained.

"Oh," Daffy responded in a disappointed voice, "You're leaving?"

"Ammyville's nice-ish," Sketched said to Daffy, "But I need to finish my story. The world has to hear about this."

"I guess..." Daffy reluctantly agreed.

"This town..." Sketched said, turning her head out the window and observing some commotion outside, "When I first arrived here, All I saw was a bunch of rabble... I'd been so desensitized to the struggles of others that I didn't think of these citizens as ponies... Just characters in my story." Sketched turned her head and looked at Daffy. "But then I became one of them. I was a victim of the werewolf, but the difference is... I survived. Somepony, somewhere, is gonna want to hear about my face-to-face encounter with a real life werewolf. It's better if I write it down now, to save me the hassle later."

"You know what?" Daffy said, his disappointed expression fading, "I fully support your decision. I want you to succeed. Besides, the residents of Ammyville have had their heads so far up their asses for so long... A little outside attention couldn't hurt."

"Yeah!" Sketched agreed, with a smile on her face. "So... You're the deputy now!"

"Oh!" Daffy realized, looking at his badge. "Yeah! Turns out Ammyville hates outsiders, except when you kill a werewolf for them. Then they love you, they practically just beg you to let them kiss your hooves."

Sketched let out a loud laughter in response.

"Penny's the one who laid the killing blow, though." Daffy explained, "Due to the death of Rusty Boot, Ammyville had no sheriff. So Penny stepped up, determined to carry Rusty's legacy on."

"Oh, that's sappy as hell. Haha!" Sketched responded lightheartedly. "How is he, though?"

"Penny?" Daffy responded, "He's mourning the loss of Rusty... Penny really looked up to him, but otherwise, he's doing good. Heh, we started using exclusively silver bullets."

Sketched chuckled, "Gotta keep those nasty werewolves in check somehow!"

"That's the spirit!"

The chat fell silent for a couple of seconds, before Sketched spoke up. "Did you ever find Steely?"

"No." Daffy answered, "He wasn't the werewolf, but the timing of his disappearance... We thought he was the werewolf, until we killed it and learned it was the mayor. It's so strange though, he just vanished."

"Maybe he got killed," Sketched offered a theory, "Dragged off to someplace before the werewolf came for you guys?"

"It's possible." Daffy responded, "If so, the werewolf really didn't want anybody to find his body though."

"You never know with lycans." Sketched jokingly added.

"So many ponies died to the claws of that beast," Daffy said sorrowfully, "Penny and I will ensure nothing like this ever happens again here."

"What happened to the victims families?" Sketched asked.

"Purple Hue went on to take sole ownership of the bakery, she's fairly decent at it, although it just isn't the same without Orange's special pastries." Daffy explained, "The mayor's nephew rode in from Baltimare and immediately took ownership of the town, at first Ammyville was weary but they quickly eased up. The mayor says he wants to be more open to outsiders and got mixed feelings. Some agree, some don't. But I think eventually, everypony will learn to open up." Daffy continued on, "The parents of the poor filly who was murdered moved to Ponyville, the events of that night were so traumatizing they opted to simply up and leave, never to return."

The doctor entered the clinic. "Visiting hours up." She said, deadpan.

"Well, heh, it was nice seeing you again." Daffy confessed.

Sketched smiled, "You too..."

For the time being, Ammyville was safe. Everypony returned to their lives, taking comfort in the knowledge that the werewolf was dead. Eventually, Ammyville would become something of a tourist hotspot. The older folk of Ammyville despised it, the younger folk were curious to interact with ponies from across Equestria. A museum opened up in Ammyville simply known as "Lycanrock museum" which displayed a variety of werewolf models, detailed the events, and sold a lot of werewolf themed merchandise.

A small hotel also opened up, as amateur paranormal investigators and werewolf enthusiasts were often tourists in the town that was terrorized by a real werewolf. The wolf population in the region began to thin, however, as Ammyville residents - with the horrors fresh in their minds - began to despise all caninekind, and drove the wolves out of the area, either by famine, disease, or death.

Some still say, however, that out in the swamps surrounding Ammyville, loathed is one to see a pair of green glowing eyes - because if you see them, they see you.

It was the evening before the next full moon. Sketched still had a bandaid or two, but she was healed enough to be able to catch a train back to Manehattan. As she boarded, she looked back at Ammyville one last time - remembering bittersweet memories as Daffy waved goodbye at her from the platform. She moved to her seat and sat down, the train began moving for a 12 hour ride back to Manehattan, but many questions still stirred in her mind.

Where did Steely go? Why was the mayor a werewolf? Was he aware of his actions, or was he just as lost as the rest of us? How did he become a werewolf? Are there more? Sadly, Sketched knew these questions would lay forever unanswered. The mayor died before he could explain. And besides, every good story has a bit of mystery to it.

An attendant wearing a fancy suit approached Sketched in her seat. "Allow me," He said as he grabbed her luggage.

Sketched nodded and jokingly said "Don't lose it!"

The attendant chuckled and continued to carry her luggage to the back car. As the door slid open, he could see various luggage stacked to the ceiling - and a foul odor. The attendant was confused, it didn't smell this bad earlier. He flipped on the lights and in front of him laid a horrific scene - a rotting corpse. The attendant didn't know this, but it was Steely Dam, torn to shreds.

The attendant saw 6 pairs of glowing green eyes emerge from beneath the luggage - they were werewolves. All of them. A wave of terror passed through the attendants body, he knew his life in Equestria was about to end...