Frosty found himself in a chair within a dark room, the torch hanging over his head being the only source of light and illuminating only him.

“Subject Frosty, where have ya been between when we finished crusading and sunset?” A country-accented voice suddenly asked out of the darkness.

“Uhh, shouldn’t it be ‘suspect’?” A more tentative-sounding voice added in.

“That’s what ah said!”

“Did not!”

“Did yes!”

“Did not!”

“Did YES!”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Ah did!”

As the two fillies bickered on, frosty just remained sitting, looking at the third in the bunch with annoyance. Scootaloo, in turn, looked between her two friends with a hint of shock and wonder. Normally it was her and Applebloom that would get into a fight like this, but to see Sweetie be the one arguing was truly something new. Maybe it was because she was tired?

After she had discovered Frosty’s Cutie Mark, Applebloom had dragged all four of them into an emergency meeting that very same evening. As such, Sweetie and Scootaloo had to sneak out in order to get there, while Applebloom had somehow convinced her sister to let her go.

“Uhh… girls?” Scootaloo finally interjected, “I don’t think this is getting anywhere like this. Besides… we tried getting private investigator Cutie Marks already and it didn’t work.”

The Bickering stopped and both of them glared at Scootaloo, before sighing and looking at their flanks.

“Ah know, but ah thought it was worth a try…” Applebloom relented.

“Still, how did you get it, frosty? And what’s it supposed to mean anyways?” Scootaloo then asked.

Frosty got up off the chair and looked at his own flank, where his Cutie Mark still sat. ‘I can’t exactly tell them that I got it by killing a Manticore, can I? Oh, what to say, what to say…’

“Well… when we finished Crusading yesterday, I went for a walk and… when I started playing around with my magic, I suddenly got my Cutie Mark. As for its meaning… I guess I’m a puppeteer?”

‘That’s not even that much of a lie, actually.’

“Playing around like what?” Applebloom pressed.

“Does it really matter? I mean, you aren’t a Unicorn anyways and besides…” Frosty trotted over to a window and opened it slightly, revealing the darkness that had long since set in outside of the clubhouse. “…I think we are all in some very deep trouble if we drag this on any longer, so… could we just… you know… set this to another time, when we should not be asleep? Like tomorrow afternoon or something?”

Applebloom seemed like she wanted to protest, but was stopped by Sweetie Belle speaking up. “I think he’s right. I mean, Rarity is probably going to be mad if she finds out that I snuck out, so… I think it’s better that I go home now…” She said, while slowly trotting over to the door.

“Yeah, me too. Aunt and auntie are probably already wondering, how I picked the lock again, so I better go back before they send out another search party.” Scootaloo agreed.

“But… but…” Applebloom stammered, only to finish off with a sigh. “Alright, we can do this t’morrow.” She then snapped over to Frosty and fixed him with a commanding glare. “But y’all are gonna tell us how you got it tomorrow, no excuses!”

Frosty’s hoof shot up in a mock salute and he gave a played serious look. “Yes sir, will do!”

Author's Note

My sincerest apologies for the short chapter guys. I had to work a lot of Overtime lately and thus had very little time to write. I actually wrote this on the train ride home, in order to at least give you something. I hope next week will go to plan. The current schedule at least lets me hope a little.