The Doctor is in

An older looking colt trotted through the wooden halls of his fathers mansion with a stack of books in his magic. He turned a corner and saw a double door entrance at the end of the hall, a single door open with a faint light emanating from inside. With a sigh, the colt trotted all the way down the hall and opened the door the rest of the way to find his younger brother, Velvet night, hard at work.

“You’re up late again?” The colt said with some annoyance. This made the young Velvet night jolt in surprise as he turned around to see his older brother standing in the doorway.

“I should be asking you that, and don’t scare me like that Astral!” An annoyed Velvet said.

Astral only giggled as he walked towards and sat with his brother, setting the books he had on a random table. The older colt looked over Velvet's shoulder to see detailed studies about medical and biological information.

“I see you’re studying again. You shouldn’t push yourself this hard you know?” Astral put his hoof around his younger brother as he gave him a concerned look.

“Well, If I want to get into one of the most prestigious Medical schools I can’t waste-” Velvet yawned as the bags under his eyes became more visible.”-any time.” Velvet explained with low blinking eyes.

“Heh, you aren’t getting into anything if you’re not awake for it.” Astral said sarcastically.

He then picked up the tired Velvet in his magic, despite his short lived complaints, and trotted all the way to Velvet's room. Once inside, Atral tucked his brother into bed and turned around to leave when his brother tiredly spoke up.

“When are you going to let me see those friends you always talked about?” Velvet slurred out. Astra stopped in place as his eyes widened a bit, before turning pained.

“I’m sorry Velvet, but I won't be able to let you see them. I’m….going away for a while.” Astral admitted with his eyes narrowed in guilt.

Velvet quickly sat up in his bed and faced his brother with a bewildered expression.

“What! No, you can leave me alone. Especially with him.” Velvet begged. Astral turned around and walked in front of velvet, putting his hoofs on his younger brother's shoulders.

“Again, I’m sorry. But I have no choice in the matter.” Astral tightly hugged his brother as he fought back tears. “You need to be strong for me while I'm gone. I know you can do it alright, promise me.” Astral said with total seriousness.

“I-I promise brother.” Velvet agreed after a long moment of silence.
Astral let go of his brother and gave Velvet a warm smile, which calmed the younger colt's nerves. The older brother quickly got back up and left the room, leaving Velvet to silently cry himself to sleep.

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“Don’t go!” Velvet yelled as he shot up in his bed with heavy breathing and sweat going down his face. Looking around, he calmed himself instantly realizing that he was still in the spare bedroom Twilight gave him.

Velvet laughed at himself and got out of bed. Walking over to the small bathroom his spare room had, Velvet took off his black vest and white dress shirt from yesterday and got to work cleaning himself. The hot water from the shower washed all of the sweat and grime from yesterday as he hummed a little tune to himself.

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Once out of the shower, the now clean necromancer used his horn to cast a spell on himself that instantly dried his coat and mane. Velvet huffed in slight irritation when he noticed his mane was doing a good impression of the Pink mares and levitated a brush over to himself and began brushing.

“I haven't had a dream in decades, so why now?” Velvet thought with a grimace on his face. “And why about him…”

It had been years upon years since his brother's death. That night his brother left was the last time he saw Astral alive, and knowing of his affiliation with the deranged cult, it had to be them…he knew it. It took Velvet many years, but he had a position as a high ranking member of the dark moon legion. He even traded his mortality in order to get closer to the top ranks. No matter what it took, his life, his body, his sanity, No price was too high in order to get revenge for his brother.

A snapping sound brought the necromancer out of his thoughts as looked over to see the brush he had in his magical grip broken in two. Velvet did what he did best and laughed it off with a smile and threw the broken brush into a nearby bin, noticing his mane now smooth and long.

Velvet trotted back into the spare bedroom and was about to walk out the door, but stopped when he realized his glasses. Using his magic again, the round silver rimmed glasses appeared on his face, making Velvet apply his signature smile as he left the room. The necromancer immediately made his way to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast, and the others some too of course. Upon arriving, Velvet saw that spike wearing a white and pink apron and cooking pancakes and hay bacon on the stove.

The small drake noticed Velvet's imposing figure standing in the doorway and nearly fell off the stool he was standing on.

“Oh it’s just you, heh, ya scared me a bit there.” Spike said with a claw on his chest as he used his other claw to remove the skillet from the stove.

“Ponies often say I should be wearing a bell.” Velvet said with a giggle. He made his way to the table and sat on one of the chairs, waiting for Spike to serve breakfast. Spike placed a plate with three pancakes and a couple slices of hay bacon in front of Velvet.

“Thank you for the meal.” he said politely. “Say, young spike is Twilight up?” Velvet questioned, using his magic, held a slice of hay bacon as he ate it.

“Twilight is still in her room. I think what you said about lyra really messed her up.” Spike answered, a sad expression on his face while he cleaned up. “Do you think you can talk to her please?” Spike asked with a little desperation in his voice.

“I’ll do all I can young spike, don’t you worry.” Velvet gave a reassuring smile to the small drake which made Spike give a thankful look.

The necromancer continued to eat the rest of his morning meal, he found it to be delicious despite not being a fan of this type of food. He soon finished eating and set his empty plate in the sink and left the kitchen. Making his way up the stairs, Velvet soon reached Twilight's room and knocked on the door and put an ear up against it. There wasn’t any sound for a while, besides the quiet shuffle and sniffle from the other side, so Velvet decided to test to see if the door was locked. To his surprise, it was unlocked, so he slowly opened the door and made his way inside.

“Twilight darling, spike made breakfast and you should get some while it’s still warm.” Velvet spoke softly. The blanket covered Twilight didn’t respond, causing the necromancer to sign in mock irritation. “I know it’s hard to accept it, but your old friend is a crazy moon lover so I suggest getting over it.” Velvet rudely said, already getting tired of Twilight's mopiness.

“How dare you…” Twilight silently spoke underneath the blankets. Velvet didn’t hear her and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Can you say that again dear, I didn’t hear you.” Velvet said. Twilight suddenly threw the blankets off herself and glared at Velvet with the most hateful glare that almost made him lose his smile.

“HOW DARE YOU! I FIND OUT OF MY OLDEST FRIENDS IS A CULT FOLLOWER AND PRACTICES A TABOO MAGIC, AND YOU SAY TO JUST. GET OVER. IT!!” Twilight screeched at Velvet. She used her magic to throw a book, seemingly pulling from nowhere, and threw it at Velvet.
Unfortunately, he didn’t dodge it in time and it resulted in him hitting his face. Velvet fell to the ground and was dazed for a moment before he regained his vision, when he did, he noticed his glasses were missing. It didn’t take him long to find them as they were broken and shattered across the floor. Twilight saw this too and gasped in horror at what she had done.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be just-” Twilight immediately stopped talking upon seeing the absolute restraint Velvet had on his face. The look in his eyes suggested that he was trying to hold back from blowing up at the studious mare.

Twilight was about to apologize again when Velvet night sighed and held up a hoof to stop her. Then he used his magic to pick up the broken glasses and its pieces and, with a flash of dark purple light, they were fixed.

“It’s…fine Twilight.” Velvet said in a neutral tone. “I’m sorry for offending you. I’ll be going out for a walk.” The necromancer gave a little bow and left Twilight in her room.

Velvet night closed the door and went down the stairs and out the front door as quickly as he could, ignoring Spike on his way out. As he trotted down the dirt path, Velvet did not care for direction nor the fearful glances from the ponies around him. All he could think about was how Twilight broke his brother's glasses, the last thing he gave velvet before he died. He didn’t want to hate Twilight for something she didn’t know would happen, but at the same time a nagging voice at the back of his mind said overwise.

“She didn’t know, I shouldn’t hate her, I’m not that pony anymore.” Velvet repeated in his head, not knowing his speed increasing into a gallop.

No matter how much he repeated those phrases the negative voices only got louder and louder, taunting him with their horrible words. He was so deep into an internal struggle, that he slammed into somepony making them and himself fall to the ground.

“Ah, watch where you’re going, you ruffian!” A recognizable posh accent yelled out. Seeing who the voice belonged to, Velvet regained his smile, not out of interest, mostly to keep up his image.

“I’m sorry miss, I didn’t see you there.” Velvet apologized as he picked himself up from the ground. Rarity realized who it was and gave him a pleasant smile.

“Oh it’s you, Velvet night, is it.” Rarity asked, Velvet nodded in response.” Also just call me Rarity, miss makes me sound old.” The fashionista playfully rolled her eyes and she got up from the ground.

“I say, what are you doing out this early?” Velvet questioned.

“I was going to the post office to pick up some supplies I ordered from griffon stone, you’d be surprised how soft their silks are.” Rarity had a dreamy look in her eye as a hoof rested on her cheek.

“You’re a tailor?” Velvet asked with mild surprise.

“Close, but I’m actually a fashionista and a pretty good one at that.” The posh mare corrected, putting her hoof to her chest.

“Iff that’s so, do you mind if I come along?” Rarity was surprised by Velvet's request but the necromancer continued. The clothes I had yesterday were the only pair I had and I was wondering if you could make me some?” Velvet gave the fashionista a polite smile. Rarity had a unsure look about her, eyes shifting side to side, finally she sighed and gave the necromancer a small smile.

“I guess so, it wouldn’t hurt to design stallion clothing.” With that, Rarity and Velvet night trotted down the dirt path and turned a corner in time for Twilight to miss them.

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Minty breeze sighs as he walks down the crowded streets of Canterlot with a flustered look on his face.

Ever since his conversation with Cinnamon twist, she hadn’t stopped bringing up every chance she could, even almost mentioning it when his boss was nearby. Minty got away from her now and was on his way to meet with his family like he does every other vacation day.

Mintys mother was the only one left beside his older sister, whose father died of an illness they couldn’t afford to cure. His family wasn’t the wealthiest one in Canterlot but they made due with what they had. Before, Minty and his family lived in a two room house located in the slums and had to sleep in one of the rooms together.

Minty giggled to himself remembering the times he and his older sister would play pranks on their parents and fight who would get the best mattress. Now with him being a sudo- detective, and his older sister owning her own business of selling imported goods, Minty and his remaining family lived in the upper middle class with plenty of bits to spare.

Speaking of which, Minty breeze stopped in the front of an expensive looking two story home. Entering the front gate of the home, he walked past a beautiful looking garden his mother cared for herself. Minty knocked on the door three times and waited until it opened, revealing a elderly rosy red coated, blue haired pegasus mare with a happy smile on her face.

“Minty, honey, how good it is to see you! Come in, I made you some coffee and biscuits.” Mintys mother stepped out of the way to let Minty in, which he did. On the inside, this newer home wasn’t as nice as the upper class home, but compared to his old house it was a hundred times better.

It had 10 rooms in total, five on the first floor, five on the second floor. Most of those rooms were either the kitchen, bedrooms, guest rooms, there was even an indoor pool and greenhouse. The main room Minty entered was also lavish as well, cabinets holding china plates and painting decorated the sky blue walls. The couch that Minty sat on was made of a new developed brown material called pleather, a replacement since the ban on leather products.

“Thank you for the food mother, how have you been doing? '' Minty asked his mother while using his wing to eat a biscuit.

“I’m doing well.-” The elderly mare sat on the couch across from Minty. “I finally finished that window garden I was making.” Mintys mother gave him a proud little smile. “So minty dear, how are you doing this day and age?”

“Same ol’ same ol’, doing a little interrogations here, solving a murder there, the usual.” Minty said with a little giggle.

“You make that sound boring.” The elderly mare said, a cheeky smirk on her face.

“I guess you're right.” Minty looked into his half empty tea cup with a sad smile.” But there’s another reason I came here besides to talk…” The elderly mares ears perked up as she listened in silence. “There's this…pony…I interrogated a while ago, he isn’t that bad and is quite…charming. But for some reason I can’t get him out of my head and my co-worker says to write to him like some love sick school filly. I can’t anyway since there is an operation to bust a secret cult location and I'm going to be busy all week.”

Minty never really cared for anything relating to love before. Sure, he had a crush or two back in school like everypony else, but never a genuine desire for somepony. On top of that, he never believed to be gay himself, even thought the stallions at his work place looked kind nice. Velvet Night was the first time Minty ever “obsessed” over anypony despite only being with each other for a couple of hours.

whatever it was love at first sight, or Minty breeze was that desperate for that special somepony, it is driving him mad.

“I see your problem.” Mintys mother giggled, causing Minty to look from his tea cup.” I was like that when I first met you father. I bumped into him while getting supplies for my floral shop and the moment I laid my eyes on him, I fell for him.” The mare took a sip from her cup with a longing smile.” Obviously he didn’t feel the same way, but I found and got in touch with him, we talked, went to places with each other, and soon we started to date. The rest is history.”
“Not to sound rude, mother, but what does this have to do with my problem?” Minty asked.

“Look Minty dear, I don't care that much if you love stallions, mares, or both. The fact of the matter is that you shouldn’t worry yourself over this.” Minty’s confused reaction allowed the mare to continue.” Did he seem fond of you when he first met you?”

“Well he did compliment me at first and throughout the interrogation, he didn’t stop giving me…the look.” Minty looked away with some blush on his face.

“Then it makes things easier. You can write to him if you want or meet up in pony, the fact that he is interested in you makes those options possible.” Mintys mother revealed. Mintys eyes widened in realization.” As a word of advice, If he tries to go 3rd base without you two going on a date, then run as far as ya can.” The elderly mare laughed.

Minty heavily blushed, knowing what his mother meant. She did have a point though, stallions do have a tendency to one night stand a pony then never see them again. But Velvet night was different, he seemed to be the charming mysterious type, not the arrogant jackass that would abandon Minty.

“I should send at least one letter right. What’s the harm of that?” Minty said with a confident smile.

“That’s the spirit dear. Now, tell me more about this stallion you’ve met.”

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I turned around in a circle, looking at myself in the mirror as I examined my new clothing.

It was more akin to a suit one would wear to the grand galloping gala or a wedding. There was the typical white dress shirt with golden fetlock cufflinks, the suit itself was made of a rich black wool Rarity got with the silk that came from griffon stone.

“I have to say Rarity, you are a master at your craft. This is the best suit I’ve worn in a long time.” I turned myself around to face the satisfied fashionista with a happy smile.

“Oh you’re too kind” Rarity looked away waving a hoof in a flattered manner.

“So how much do I pay you?” This caused Rarity to face me again with a surprised expression. “ I don’t have a lot of bits on me right now but I'll pay you later.” I asked with an eyebrow raised.

“You don’t have to worry about Velvet, even if I didn’t consider you a friend, every first order a pony request is free of charge.” Rarity gave a polite smile as she used her magic to put away her supplies.

While it was quite generous of her to give me these garments for free, I was more confused than surprised. Although that policy was a genius idea to get customers in, she loses a huge amount of bits over time with said policy. I decided to let it go as I was about to head to the front door, when it suddenly swung open, nearly breaking the wall.

“Rarity! Have you seen Velvet?! I’ve been-” The frantic Twilight screamed, stopping mid way upon seeing my form. To be completely honest, she looked like a mess. Her eyes looked slightly red and puffy, her mane was unkempt and all over the place, and she was sweating like a pig in the middle of the desert

“Um… Twilight darling..”

“Um… Twilight darling..” both Rarity and I said at the same time.

Twilight stayed quiet as she practically teleported into me without using magic, sending me stumbling back as she held me in a bear hug. The frantic mare smothered me with apologies over this morning's incident to which I awkwardly patted her head, giving Rarity a pleading look.

“Twilight dear, what’s got you troubled?” Rarity asked with concern clear in her voice. Twilight finally got off me, tear stains now ruining my brand new suit.

“I-I hurt Velvet even though I didn’t mean to. I was m-mad because of what he told me yesterday night and I threw a book at him and I broke his glasses.” Twilight sniffled while wiping tears from her eyes.

“Twilight sparkles.” The crying mare turned to me with a fearful look. “ While it was uncalled for to throw something at me, I understand your pain. Nothing hurts more than a close friend betraying you, I should know because lyra did the same.” Twilight's eyes widened in shock when I finished speaking.

‘W-what happened?” Twilight simply asked.

“Nopony in the Dark moon legion actually knows I’m betraying them…besides lyra. Knowing Lyra and her big mouth, she probably told a couple of low rank members already.” Twilight and Rarity gasped. “So on top of getting info out of her, I need to see to it that she is…silenced.” At that, Twilight's eyes grew even wider.

“Wait…you don’t mean…kill her?” She said slowly. I nodded slowly, which caused her to have a mixture of anger, fear, and disturbance on her face.” Y-You're joking right? Killing her won’t solve anything. You don’t even need to go that far!” Twilight yelled.

“One thing I’ve learned in the Dark moon legion, when a member goes behind your back, you make them disappear to prevent any problem.” I tried to reason, but the coldness of my voice disturbed me for some reason.
“But that's insane Velvet!” Rarity spoke up. “ Like Twilight said, there isn’t any reason to go that far. The right thing to do is hoof her over to the guard once she’s caught.” The fashionista said.

I was about to start arguing with her when the front door to the boutique busted open. In came a short stature stallion cladded in black leather armor covered with steel plates. He had a high shirt collar and, for some reason, a top hat hiding all of his face except his eyes, which were rich golden color with no pupils.

“Might I ask why you rudely barged in here. Depending on your answer I might not break every bone in your body.” I threatened in a low tone, giving the intruder an irritated smile.

The arrogant cunt only pulled out the claymore and pointed at me and ,without saying a word, dashed straight towards me. I practically scoffed as I turned around, reeled my back leg, and bucked him head on, sending the stallion flying through the boutique wall. The only reason Rarity was screaming my head off was because she and Twilight were still recovering from the initial shock.

I quickly moved and stepped out the shop through the stallion shaped hole in the wall to find its creator lying on the ground. That didn’t last long before he jumped up and landed on the ground perfectly, picking his claymore in the same deep golden colored magic.

“For the crimes of betraying the legion, upper rank Velvet night, I shall have your head.” The stallion said in a hoarse, monotone voice with a hint of anger.

From then on, the gears of fate started to turn.