Sunset's human world origin

Canterville Family Medical Center
Date: Sep 12th, time: 6:00 pm

*Zecora’s perspective*

“Hello Sunset. Hello Dr. Katon.”, Dr. Zecora Abara said.

“Hello Zecora.”, Sunset said. Brigid merely waved.

“Let us get a look at your jaw.”, Zecora said.

Sunset turned her head so Zecora could get a better look at it.

“The sutures have fully dissolved. The area seems to be healing nicely. Is it still tender?”

“A little, but it has faded considerably.”

“That is good. Unfortunately, it looks like you will have a quite noticeable scar.”

“That’s not too bad. The worst nickname the other kids could call me is ‘Scarface’.”

“I am glad you are happy with your situation. I hope I was of assistance with this consultation.”

“He he, you’re the best Zecora.”

Zecora always loved to make her patients laugh with her rimming. It always brings a smile to her face.

Sunset’s room
Date: same day, time: 6:10 pm

*Sunset’s perspective*

After returning home from the doctor’s office, Sunset’s head was left spinning. She thought about how all the different people she knew dealt with their trauma. Her bio-mom, who confided in her fellow soldiers to find comfort. Her bio-dad, who’s been using his anger to fuel a crusade of change. Her grandfather, who found solace in his work and, at times, the bottom of a bottle. He does a really crappy job at hiding it. Ryoko, who thought-out professional help. Brigid, who uses her trauma as a tool to teach others. Anzhong, who uses his trauma to fuel a crusade of vengeance. Minerva and the friendship five, who thought-out the help of others like themselves. “Now here I am. One step closer to the abyss each day. What am I even doing?”

Sunset opened up an old family picture of Anzhong, Ryoko, Grandpa, and Grandma. They really do take heavily after their mother. Anzhong, Ryoko, and Aoi all had dark blue hair, golden amber eyes, and almost identical features. Aoi was said to be sly and graceful but had trouble empathizing with people. They must have gotten their empathy from Grandpa. Along with their smiles.

Sunset’s mind spun in circles, thinking about where she came from, how she got here, where she is now; who she was, who she is now; her old family, her new family. Her mind kept spinning and spinning. Nothing made sense to her any more.

Sunset looked over to her journal. She wondered if it would even work. Even if she could convince her parents that she was a unicorn from a magical land of ponies, what could they even say to her. No matter how smart and wise they are, her parents had never dealt with anything even remotely like this. She even wondered if Celestia could help. As far as Sunset knew, she was in completely uncharted waters. She doubted there would even be anyone in her situation in the future.

With her head thoroughly pounding, Sunset decided to just go to bed.

Sunset’s bedroom
Date: same day, time: 8:00 pm

*Sunset’s perspective*

“Sunset, Sunset, wake up.” Sunset was woken up by a hyperactive four year old bouncing on her bed.

“Emi, get off.”

Emi did as Sunset requested. “Dad said dinner’s ready.”

“Okay, I’ll be out in a minute.” Sunset watched as Emi hopped down her steps. No matter how insane her life has become, the simple joy of watching Emi being so care free would always bring a smile to her face. I wonder if I ever brought Spitfire this simple joy?

CMS lunch room
Date: Oct 1st, time: 12:30 pm

*Sunset’s perspective*

“Hi Sunset.”, the pink menace greeted.

“Your little leader agreed that your little trauma club wouldn’t bother me any more.”, Sunset said, very annoyed.

“Oh, I’m not here about that. I need to ask you a question.”

“About what?”

“Are you psychic?”

“What?!” Sunset went on red alert.

“Well, I’m trying to learn more about psychic people because I’m psychic too.”

“Oh” Sunset cancelled the red alert. “What can you do?”

“I just know things about people and know when things are gonna happen. The latter comes in the form of little twitches and fidgets, kinda like Tourette's. I was wondering if you were psychic because your mom is psychic.”

Sunset had no idea what Tourette's was. She decided to put that in the ‘research later’ box. Wait. “My mom’s not psychic.”

“Then how did she know I was constipated?”

“That was Minerva. Minerva’s my babysitter.”

“Ohhh, my bad, but I mean you could see why we’d think that.”

“Fair enough, and to answer your question, I am psychic. I get feelings about people, and I have a greater sense of where people and things are.”

“That’s cool. Yeah know, it’s funny how the six of us all have these really tragic backstories. It’s almost like this is a superhero origin story.”

“--What?”

Sunset’s room
Date: Oct 23rd, time:

*Sunset’s perspective*

Sunset was drawing at her desk when Emi approached her door.

“Come in, Emi.”

Emi came to Sunset’s desk and placed her fox mask on it. “Can you paint my mask, please? You’re a lot better at painting than I am.”

“Sure, just tell me what colors and designs you want.”

“I want something mystical, yet scary. I want the primary color to be black, with blue tips, and purple accents.”

“I’ll come up with some concepts, and then you can pick which one you want.”

“Thank you, Sunset.”, Emi said while hugging Sunset. Emi soon released Sunset and ran off again.

Sunset smiled as Emi ran off. Sunset looked back down at the mask and smirked. She was going to make her sister a mask that reflected her mind onto her body.