Sunny was looking at the board Hitch had come up with in disbelief. There were pictures of young mares from years ago. Some pictures looked as young as 3 years ago, while a few others looked as old as 15 years ago. It took a few seconds for her to realize that all of these mares were now dead. Victims at the hooves of a sadistic serial murderer.

She also realized it must’ve taken Hitch a while to put this all together. That, and coming up with the apparent timeline he had added up with the previous victims of The Mother Mutilator. Who they now knew was the long lost older brother of their longtime foalhood friend Sprout Cloverleaf, Bud Bloomington of Clopton.

While Hitch was adding more to the board, she looked at him with worry in her eyes. The messy mane, the dark circles around his eyes, the bloodshot eyeballs. It was clear that Hitch looked like he didn’t even sleep last night. Or maybe even a little longer than that.

“Hitch, maybe you should—“

“I think I’ve got a pattern with the killings, Sunny.” He said in a somewhat desperate tone, interrupting her.

“Look at this.” He said, pointing to a picture on the board. The first one of the left side. It was of a mare who, like Lilac Summers, was around her early 20’s. This one had an Indigo coat color and a Blue-Violet mane.

“Nova Jasmine. She was murdered 18 years ago. She was around 24 when she died. Wanna know the cause of death?” He asked her.

Sunny looked too scared to answer. She had a feeling she knew what it was. She almost didn’t want to hear what ended her life.

“She was beaten. Then, she was pinned up against something with force…” He shuttered for a quick second before continuing. “…where she was raped with a sharp knife. Her neck was snapped in half, killing her. This was the first victim of the Mother Mutilator.” He said, looking scared and sad at the same time.

“Oh my God.” Sunny muttered, looking at all the victims of Bud Bloomington.

“Nova had a foal named Violet Rays. After she was murdered, Violet went to live with her aunt and uncle-in-law.” Hitch said, before pointing to the picture next to Nova Jasmine.

In this picture, there was a mare who appeared to be only 20 years old. She had a pink lemonade coat color with a braided pink taffy mane. Sunny felt her heart break a little looking at this one. This one here looked to be the youngest out of all of them. So young, only to be taken away.

“Manik Blush. Only 20 years old. She was murdered 2 and a half years after Nova was. She had a foal when she was 16. A son named Roth. After she died, he went and lived with his grandparents. She was murdered the same way as Nova and Lilac were.” Hitch said.

“It’s his MO. That’s how he does his killings.” Sunny said, causing Hitch to nod in agreement.

“All of the victims on this board…” He said, waving a hoof over the pictures of the victims. “…were murdered in the exact same way and manner.”

Sunny just looked on in horror. All these young mares were subject to horrific torture before being murdered. Taking them away from their families and loved ones.

“Rain Dancer, 21 years old. Murdered 3 years after Manik. She had a 2 year old girl named Wave Rider.” He said, pointing to a mare with a Lakeside Mist style mane and a Fountain Spout coat.

“Cream Crumble. 22 years old. Killed 3 and a half years after Rain. She had a 9 month old girl named Cream Puff.” He pointed to a mare who had a cream tan coat and a banana ice cream colored mane.

Sunny let out a soft cry when she heard that this victim’s baby wasn’t even a year old when she was taken away from him.

“Willow Dawn.” Hitch let out a similar soft cry that Sunny did. Which caused her to look on in concern at her longtime friend.

“18 years old.” Hitch said, causing Sunny to cover her mouth, while trying to hold back tears. She thought Manik was the youngest one. She was wrong. Which she didn’t want to be.

“Murdered 1 year after Cream. She had a 1 year old girl named Aurora.” He said, pointing to a picture of a mare, who honestly looked like a hippie. She had a tree colored coat with a leaf green mane, while wearing a rainbow headband. She was even wearing a peace symbol necklace.

“Iris Chevelle. 25 years old. She was a basketball player in college. Murdered 3 and a half years after Willow. She had a 7 year old son named Rush.” He said, pointing to an amber coated, cherry apple red maned mare in a basketball uniform, with a basketball in her hoof.

This made Sunny feel sadder. She was the oldest one out of the victims, but still so young and, apparently, had a lot more to give. Before being murdered.

“Sunflower Bloom. 23 years old. Murdered 2 and a half years after Iris. She had a 3 year old daughter named Honey Nut.” He said, pointing to a mare with a dandelion mane and a banana green coat.

Then, Hitch pointed to the victim that was found on the beach. Lilac Summers. Her light yellow coat and dark purple mane.

“And now, our victim, Lilac Summers. 23 years old. Judging by my timeline, her murder occurred 3 years after Sunflower’s. And she had a 1 year old son named Bentley. Who I have no idea where he is.” He said, groaning in frustration.

Sunny just couldn’t believe it. All these years. All these murders. All these innocent victims. All taken away by one stallion.

“All young mothers. That’s who he targets.” She said, causing Hitch to nod.

“I also noticed something else.” He said, getting her attention again.

“Remember that picture I showed you of the Lexi orphanage being burned down?” He asked her.

“Yeah.” Sunny said.

“That was 20 years ago. Nova Jasmine was the first mare murdered by Bud. Which was, as of now, like I said, 18 years ago. So, doing the math, she was murdered only 2 years after Lexi.” He said.

“And ever since him and those two other survivors burned down their home, he’s been murdering mares for 20 years.” Sunny interjected.

“He’s been terrorizing Clopton for 20 years now. Him and whoever those other two survivors of the Lexi fire are.” Hitch said.

The two just stared at the board for a minute or two, just letting the feeling of dread sink in. This was even bigger than they could've ever imagined it to be. It truly scared them. Especially Hitch. He might be the Sheriff of Maretime Bay, but he had NEVER come across ANYTHING like this in his life.

"You know what's weird though?" Hitch asked her, breaking the silence between them. She turned her head to face him.

"The 7 victims before Lilac? They were all found in Clopton. Some were found in alleyways, some were found in dumpsters, some were even found in the river that leads to Trotville. So, all these mares, including Lilac Summers, are all from Clopton." Hitch explained to her.

Sunny thought for a quick second before understanding what Hitch was going to say. "Yet, Lilac Summers was found on our beach. Which is about 30 miles away from Clopton. Why would he go to all that trouble to dispose of her body in Maretime Bay? Why didn't he just dump her somewhere in Clopton?" She asked out loud.

Hitch thought for a moment. It was a good question. Why would Bud Bloomington do that? There HAD to be a reason to drag a body for 30 miles just to dump her on the beach of Maretime Bay.

Then, Hitch started to try and brainstorm.

"I just thought of something." He said, getting Sunny's attention.

"Remember when we talked yesterday? About the possibility of Sprout being framed?" He asked, causing Sunny to nod.

"Well, lets look back at Sunflower. She was murdered 3 years before Lilac. But, you remember what happened with Sprout almost 2 years ago, right?" He asked.

Sunny felt her ears flop down in sadness. She certainly did.

"Yeah. His rampage." She said, feeling depressed about having to relive her friend's past actions. Actions that she had forgiven him for. Actions that were done and over with.

"So, that would mean that, 1 year after Sunflower was murdered, Sprout's incident with the giant machine of doom happened. Everypony knows about it now. It doesn't just stretch to Bridlewood and Zephyr Heights. It also stretches to Trotville and Clopton. Clopton being where Bud is from. He had to have at least heard about it. Maybe he even studied everything about Sprout. He’s probably been doing it ever since.” Hitch said.

"But how would he have figured it out though?" Sunny asked. "Phyllis gave up Bud when he was just a baby. He's never met Sprout. How would he have figured out who they were?"

"The only way he could've figured it out is if he had some help. We don't know who the names of his other two survivors from Lexi are, but I'm thinking they figured it out. Or, at least help Bud figure it out. But, you know what I'm thinking, Sunny?" He asked, while suddenly showing a look of worry on his face, which concerned her.

"What?" She asked.

"With how much crime there is in Clopton, I'm thinking somepony with power helped him out. And who has legal power that could be abused, and nopony would dare try to question it?" He asked, trying to get her to understand.

She thought for a quick minute, before she shuttered in her revelation. "A cop?" She asked, which caused Hitch to nod in seriousness.

"So, you think a cop from Clopton has been helping Bud for 20 years with all these murders?" She asked him.

"It would explain how he's been able to get away with it for so long. That, and knowing about Clopton’s crime rate over the years, I’m absolutely sure that there’s quite a lot of corrupt cops in the force over there.” Hitch said.

"Then, that means we need to figure out who those other two survivors of the Lexi fire are." Sunny said with a determined look.

Hitch nodded. "Yes. I'm with you on that." He said, which was followed by a huge yawn.

Sunny saw that Hitch looked so tired. She knew he must've been up all night. No sleep.

"Hitch, you need bed rest. You've been up all night. Just let me take care of it." Sunny said in a comforting tone.

"Sunny, I'm fine, I--" He tried finishing, before yawning again, and looking woozy.

"Hitch, go to the back and sleep for a little while. I'll see if I can find anything on them. Please. Don't overdo it like Zipp did." She said in a stern, yet pleading tone.

Hitch heard her and knew that she was worried about him. Truth was, he HAD been up all night. Ever since finding all the other victims, he just went into a frenzy. He felt tired. He could almost barely stand.

So, with that, he decided to give in. "Okay, Sunny. I'll take a small nap."

She smiled appreciatively. "Thank you. I promise I'll wake you up in about 5 or 6 hours. Just leave it to me, Sheriff Hitch." She said as she went to his computer and started getting to work.

Hitch smiled. He was glad to have a great friend like her. He knew she'd find something on those other Lexi survivors. She was the best at research after all. So, he yawned again, and went to the backroom where all the beds were. When he layed on them, he knew that Sprout was right when he stayed there a few nights ago. These beds were NOT the most comfortable. However, as true as that was, once he hit the bed, he almost instantly fell asleep.

“…and then Pipp was like “ICONIIIIICCC!” in a sing-song voice.” Izzy said, telling Sprout a random as hell story that he forgot about halfway through her rambling. He didn’t want to seem rude at not really listening. So, just like how anypony would do in that situation, he responded the only way he knew how.

“That’s crazy, Izzy.” Sprout said, as he was almost finished with his smoothie. Sunny had just left a couple minutes ago. Whoever it was that texted her must’ve needed to see her bad. It must’ve been important.

Izzy let out a giggle. “Yeah.” She said, happily drinking the last of her smoothie too.

The two were silent for a little bit. Taking in their appearances. Izzy didn’t realize this before, but Sprout had green eyes. She never noticed that. Maybe, she was too distracted by his golden blonde mane. And his facial features weren’t too bad either. Add all that up, and she saw Sprout was…cute. She fought the urge to blush at what she just thought.

Sprout did the same thing that Izzy was doing now. He also noticed, just now, that her eyes matched her coat color. Violet. He didn’t know why, but the violet coat and blue mane looked like a cool combination to him. It was unique. And the headband she wore. That looked hoofmade as well.

“Hey, did you make that headband?” He asked randomly.

“Oh this.” She said, touching it with a shy smile. “Well, no. My adoptive Mom made it. She gave it to me when I was a teenager.”

Sprout smiled. “Well, it looks good on you.” He said in a sweet tone.

Izzy couldn’t control her blush this time. Red in the face, she giggled in such a cute way, Sprout himself got red in his already red face.

“Thanks.” She said.

As he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, he couldn’t help but think something he never thought he felt. Izzy…looked really pretty. He felt odd thinking that. Especially after he used to fear Unicorns. Now, he couldn’t help but think one looked really pretty.

“This is nice.” Sprout said, getting her to come out of her embarrassed state.

“It feels good spending time with a friend. I’m glad I’m not cooped up inside.” Sprout said.

Izzy smiled. “Well, I’m glad. That’s good to hear.”

Both of them felt good. They both felt good talking to each other. Listening to each other. Nothing could bring them down.

Well, except for this.

“Hey loser.” A voice came up from behind Sprout. However, just before he could respond, he felt something cold spill over his head.

Izzy gasped at what she just saw. This random bystander just poured a smoothie over Sprouty’s head.

Both of them stood up, while the pony just laughed in Sprout’s face. The pony in particular looked to be Sprout’s age, maybe just a little bit older. He had a white coat color and a bleach blonde mane that was longer in length than Sprout’s was.

“Missed ya at work today.” The pony said in an extremely sarcastic way.

“Hello Adonis.” Sprout said in a miserable way. He was so hoping nothing like this would happen. He was having such a nice time. And now this happened. Did he speak too soon? Should he have just stayed home today?

“HEY!” Izzy shouted. “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” She now sounded very upset. When that was said, a few townsfolk started to see what was going on. They saw Sprout with a smoothie dripping off his mane and face.

The pony turned toward Izzy with a cocky smile. “What do you care? This dude hates Unicorns and Pegasi. You’re one of them. You should be thanking me, honey.”

“Don’t call me honey. And he doesn’t feel that way anymore. He wasn’t even doing anything. We were just having a smoothie together, you jerk.” She said, getting in his face.

By now, a lot of townsfolk were witnessing what was now going on. Izzy and this random pony arguing over his actions.

“I can call you honey if I fucking want to. I’m way better than this asshole, that’s for sure.” He said, almost in a threatening way.

The townsfolk knew this was getting out of hoof. Somepony needed to do something.

“Why did you do that?” She asked again out loud, sounding upset. “That wasn’t nice.”

“Yeah? Well, like I said, he’s a loser. Nopony gives a shit about him. Maybe that’s why. What are you gonna do about it?” He asked her.

Nothing was said for about half a minute. The only thing that was happening was Izzy and Adonis arguing and Sprout looking miserable at what his former coworker just did. He was humiliated. Why him? Why him?

That was….until this happened.

“Hey! You leave him alone!” A stern voice yelled out. Everypony looking on at the situation glanced over in surprise at the source of that voice. Even Sprout, Izzy and asshole Adonis looked too.

It was Primrose. A unicorn mare with an off white coat, a dark purple mane that covered one of her eyes, and a light green scarf that covered her neck. Though, why she was wearing a scarf in the nice, sunny weather would be anypony’s guess.

She walked up toward Adonis. “Izzy’s right. He wasn’t even doing anything, and you just poured your smoothie over his head like some big jerk. Why don’t you go pick on somepony your own size.” She yelled in anger in his face.

Everypony was shocked at this. Especially Adonis. A unicorn standing up for Sprout of all ponies? Sprout was shocked too. He didn’t expect a unicorn to be doing this for him.

“Why are you standing up for him? Do you not remember what this asshole did?” Adonis angrily said, pointing his hoof at Sprout, who looked away in shame, while the smoothie dropped down his face and mane.

“He’s already done his time. He’s a citizen like us now. Get over it.” Primrose said.

“What about that mare, huh? The one this fucker murdered?”

“Sheriff Hitch has already cleared him. He didn’t kill her. Zipp was wrong. Like I said, get the hell over it.”

As the situation intensified with the citizens of Maretime Bay, as well as Sprout and Izzy, Adonis them let out an arrogant smirk.

“Oh, I see. This is about Sheriff Hitch, right?” He asked.

Primrose let out an angry blush. He was really gonna go there.

“You’re standing up for this loser here because you have a thing for Hitch, right? We all know how tight him and loser here are. Is that it? You hoping if you stand up for his friend, you’ll go to bed with him?” He asked with a cocky eyebrow raise, making Primrose blush angrier

As the confrontation went on, Izzy looked over at Sprout and saw her heart crack a little bit. He was looking so upset. Almost on the verge of tears. She had hoped her bracelet would bring him good luck, and now this happened. She almost felt it was her fault. Maybe she shouldn’t have pushed him to go out with her.

Just as she thought things would get worse, something happened.

“What do her feelings for Sheriff Hitch have to do with you being an asshole?” A voice shouted out, surprising everypony again. This time, it was Posey. A known grumpard.

She approached Adonis and Primrose. The latter looked genuinely shocked at what Posey was doing.

“W-What are—“

“Shut up!” She yelled in his face, somewhat intimidating the stallion. He was surprised at her abrasiveness.

“You aren’t doing some retarded prank or fighting some stupid oppression, you’re just being an asshole to somepony who’s enjoying a nice day out with his friend. How would you feel if somepony did that to you, huh?” She asked him.

Adonis didn’t answer right away. He was shocked at the fact that Posey was standing up to him for Sprout of all ponies. He didn’t even get a chance to answer, because another pony came up to him.

“You do realize you technically just assaulted somepony, right?” Dahlia the flower pony asked, standing next to Posey, who flashed a smile at him.

“Pouring a drink on them can be labeled as an assault. Me and Posey could report you to Sheriff Hitch. How do you think he’ll feel when he hears about what you did?” She asked him, making Adonis looked nervous.

Primrose smiled and decided to join in. “Not to mention, you just said that you work at Canterlogic. Sprout’s Mom owns that place, and you just did that to her only son. What’s to stop us from reporting you to her? How do you think she’ll feel?” She asked, standing next to Dahlia and Posey.

Now, Adonis looked really scared. He didn’t expect this. Why wasn’t anypony standing by him? Would they really snitch on him?

Sprout was starting to feel almost overwhelmed. He had no idea ponies would be standing up for him. He felt that ponies felt he probably deserved what he got, but that didn’t happen. Ponies were defending him from his former asshole employee.

“So, what’s it gonna be, asshole?” Posey asked, not moving alongside Dahlia and Primrose.

Adonis growled and scoffed in defeat. This was getting out of hoof. He knew he should leave before things escalated further.

“Fine. Not like you matter anyway, loser.” He called out to Sprout, before leaving the town square.

It was silent in the town for a little while, mostly from the rest of the townsfolk. That was until Primrose turned around and walked over to Sprout.

She put a gentle hoof on his shoulder. “Hey, are you okay?” She asked in a comforting voice.

Sprout felt his lip quiver. He was feeling a little emotional that she cared. She actually cared.

“Don’t listen to him, Sprout. He’s just a big asshole. And you DO matter.” Dahlia said, coming over to see if he was okay as well.

Izzy smiled at what she was seeing. She was so happy to see ponies doing something. Even if it was just asking if he was okay, it was still something. They didn’t just stand by and do nothing.

“Yeah.” Posey said. “We can report him if you want us too.”

Sprout had to let out a gulp. He did that to not let out any tears. Because, he almost felt them coming. It was almost overwhelming for him to have support.

Izzy then stepped in. “I think we should get you cleaned up first, Sprouty. Let me take you to Mane Melody.” She said, grabbing his hoof and taking him to her destination.

Posey, Dahlia and Primrose smiled as Izzy took Sprout to the mane salon. He needed a good mane cleaning after asshole Adonis did that. They then looked at the crowd.

Some were still surprised at what they did. Some were touched and some didn’t know what to think. As the three mares walked away, a lot of the townsfolk asked this question inside their minds:

Was Sprout a changed stallion? Was he not the same as he used to be? Was he as bad as others have made him out to be?

The doors of Mane Melody burst open, startling everypony in there.

“Jazzy, Rocky, we got a mane emergency here.” Izzy called out, bringing Sprout in, who almost hesitated a little bit.

Everypony in the salon looked on at Sprout with the smoothie still dripping off his mane. Strangely enough, none were laughing. They just looked on in confusion.

Jazzy let out a huge gasp at the sight she saw. She galloped over to Sprout.

“What happened? Who did this?” Jazzy asked, looking over Sprout’s mane.

He rubbed his hoof in embarrassment. “An old coworker of mine spilled a smoothie on me. On purpose.” He muttered.

“That is barbaric.” Jazzy cried in a dramatic tone.

“Yeah. And really mean too.” Izzy said.

Rocky then trotted over to them. “Come on. Let’s get your mane cleaned, Sprout.” He said, putting a hoof on his shoulder and leading him to a chair.

Sprout almost hesitated again. However, when he saw Izzy give him a look of reassurance, he accepted it. He allowed himself to be put in a chair and have his mane done. He just hoped they wouldn’t stylize it or something.

All of a sudden, random music started playing in the salon, confusing Sprout, while water began flowing into his golden blonde mane.

“What is going on here?” He asked Rocky, who was the one doing his mane.

Rocky smiled. “Here at Mane Melody, we sing while we work. It was Pipp’s idea. And it has sure made work fun. I think you’ll love it, Sprout.” He said, before turning to Jazzy.

“Hey Jazzy, turn it up.” He called. His wish was granted, as Pipp’s iconic song started to play.

“Try something new

Take a chance

Just, believe it

Let out your light

Shining bright

Can’t, you see it?

Woah-oh-woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-woah”

Rocky started singing along to the amazingly catchy lyrics. Sprout couldn’t help but smile. This was amazing. He had never had this kind of experience before.

As he let the music flow through his mind, the song continued on.

“Try something new

Take a chance

Just, believe it

Let out your light

Shining Bright

Can’t, you see it?

At Mane, Melody

At Mane, Melody”

Izzy smiled at the sight she was seeing. Sprout was ACTUALLY having fun. After that asshole Adonis poured a smoothie in his mane, he still managed to have fun and not let that incident get him down. Maybe that bracelet was good luck after all.

She started to sing along with the song being played in the salon.

It had been about an hour now since Sunny told Hitch to go sleep for a little bit. In that time, she had been trying to gather information on Lexi Orphanage. The place where The Mother Mutilator and his two accomplices grew up.

So far, she hadn’t come up with anything. The only things she knew about was what Hitch found. That being the article on the Lexi fire that burned down the orphanage and the gossip column about the abuse, neglect and possible molestations of the kids who grew up there. Other than that, she was having trouble finding anything else.

She let out a groan in frustration. How hard could this be? She looked back at the article about the fire. As she read through it for a third time, she saw something that looked rather peculiar.

She saw the name Reggie in the paper. Why did she remember that name? She swore she remembered hearing a name like that. She thought for a minute again, and remembered that the name WAS familiar.

Reggie was the name of the janitor who worked at Canterlogic. He looked about in his mid fifties, probably only a year older than Phyllis. She looked back at the article again. She remembered that this article was about 20 years old now. So, back then, Reggie would have been in his early 30’s.

Now, it might just be a coincidence, but Sunny started to wonder: was this Reggie, Janitor Reggie, the police pony from Clopton who worked this case?

She decided to look into other articles on the Lexi fire. It took her another hour to realize that there were none. No police pony ever went back to this case. Basically, the case went cold. Also, no pony ever found the three survivors of the fire. It was almost as if they disappeared.

Whoever these three survivors were, they must know how to keep a low profile. They must know how to hide in the shadows.

She then remembered the gossip column about the abuse of the kids. So, she decided to look into any schools in the Clopton area. There were 3 elementary schools, 2 middle schools and 2 high schools. There was also 3 college campuses too. Why anypony would go to college in Clopton was anypony’s guess to her.

So, she decided to search up these schools and ask around for anypony if they knew about this gossip column or any of the kids who died in the Lexi fire. Granted, that was 20 years ago. Some were probably retired, dead or maybe don’t even remember, due to old age and Alzheimer’s.

This was going to be tricky. But, she knew she had to do it. It was probably going to take a couple of hours, but if it got her some information, then so be it.

With that, she decided to look into the schools of Clopton.

“Wow.” Sprout said, brushing his mane with his hoof. “That was actually, kind of fun.”

Izzy smiled. “I’m glad you did. I’m really sorry I let what happen to you, Sprouty.” She said, now looking bummed. “I should have been more careful.”

“Don’t apologize.” Sprout said, causing her to look at him.

“You helped me get out of the house. If you weren’t here, I’d just be a shut in. Even if asshole Adonis did that, I’m glad that you were still there.” He said to her.

She smiled in appreciation at him.

Sprout blushed a little in embarrassment. “Also, thanks for standing up for me.” He said.

Izzy giggled. “No problem, Sprouty.” She said.

As they talked, the two Joe realized they were at Bella and Vinny’s place. The two looked at each other again. They were silent for about a minute before it was broken.

“So, uh…” Izzy started to say, not being able to finish her sentence. Sprout just rubbed her back of his head.

Then, Izzy had an idea.

“You know, if you wanna know about Arts and Crafts, there’s gonna be a fair in Bridlewood in 2 days. You wanna check it out with me?” She asked shyly.

Sprout thought for a moment. After the asshole Adonis incident, he wanted to say No. Not to mention, Bridlewood is a place where Unicorns live. Ponies he used to be prejudiced against. Would they be willing to forgive him? Would they even allow him into their hometown?

Then, he thought of something. Maybe….this could be a good chance to apologize to them. This could be a chance to prove he’s a changed stallion. And with Izzy by his side, maybe then he’d have a chance. Just maybe.

“Well, okay. Sure. I’d love to, Izzy. It’s a date.” He said, before IMMEDIATELY realizing what he said, making him get red in the face. Izzy did too.

“I-I-I mean in a-a-a figurative term. Not an ACTUAL date. Hehehe.” He said, looking embarrassed and nervous all at once.

Izzy smiled cutely at him. Which he couldn’t help but find just that. Why did he feel that, he did not know.

“Cool. I’ll see ya then, Sprouty.” Izzy said, turning away and walking back to the Crystal Brighthouse. Even singing a little tune to her step.

Sprout felt his heart beat. Did he just ask Izzy out on a date? An ACTUAL date this time? Was he going to be going on a date with a Unicorn?

He let out a sigh. For some reason, he was already looking forward to it. After the day he had, he was glad to be friends with her. He felt lucky.

And that’s what they were. Friends. Just friends. There wasn’t anything below the surface, right?

….. ….. …..

Maybe a good night’s rest would clear his head.

Author's Note

So, the plot thickens. Will Izzy and Sprout figure it out? Will Sunny and Hitch find the answers they need? Stay tuned for more.

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