Wallflower Blush stood defiantly in front of Sunset Shimmer, her face a mask of anger and betrayal. The Memory Stone gleamed ominously in her hand as she pulled it from her backpack.

“I wanted to teach you a lesson by erasing your friends’ good memories of you—” Wallflower declared, holding the stone aloft, “—but obviously that didn’t work.”

The six girls standing behind Sunset exchanged confused glances, their faces reflecting a mix of horror and bewilderment. Though they could see the malice in Wallflower’s eyes, only Sunset understood the full depth of the threat. Her dread rose as she watched Wallflower pace, understanding the threat that loomed over them.

“What if I erased all their memories of high school?” Wallflower continued, her voice dripping with malice.

Sunset’s eyes widened in panic. “You can’t! You’d be stealing their memories of each other!” she pleaded, her voice cracking with desperation.

Wallflower’s gaze hardened as she replied, “They’ll think of each other the way you think of me — which is not at all!”

With a swift motion, Wallflower thrust the Memory Stone toward them, a beam of lurid green light slicing through the air. Time seemed to slow as Sunset’s instincts took over, and she hurled herself into the path of the beam with a desperate cry.

“NOOOOOO!!”

The force of the magic hit her like a physical blow, knocking the air from her lungs and sending her crashing to the ground. Her body glowed with an eerie light as the magic crackled around her, and her friends gasped in unison at the sight.

With great effort, Sunset pushed herself up slightly, her voice trembling with conviction. “I ruined their friendship once before. I’d rather give up my own memories than let it happen again!”

As the others continued to watch, the energy surrounding her began to fade, but the attack was far from over. A glowing spot appeared on her forehead, and she felt a sharp, excruciating pain as memories began to rip away from her mind.

“Fluttershy!” she cried as a yellow ribbon of memories, marked with Fluttershy’s face, was torn from her. She reached out helplessly, her fingers grasping at the air as if she could pull them back.

“No!” Her voice broke with anguish as the memories vanished into the Stone.

Next came Applejack’s memories, tinted orange and filled with the warmth of their shared moments. “Applejack!” Sunset gasped, her cry edged with suppressed agony.

Rarity’s memories followed, a ribbon of white slipping from Sunset’s mind with another cry of pain. Applejack, Fluttershy, and Rainbow Dash watched in horror, unable to move as Pinkie Pie joined them.

“Rainbow Dash!” Sunset called, her voice a desperate plea. As she fell to her knees, she glanced back at her friends, the bright pink memories of Pinkie Pie fading from her mind. “Pinkie Pie!”

She turned her gaze to Twilight, reaching out with one last, fragile hope. “Twilight… don’t forget me!” Her voice was a raw plea, tinged with desperation and fear as the violet memories of their friendship glowed in between them.

Twilight could only stare, aghast, as Sunset choked with horror and helplessness. She watched the last of her memories of Twilight being absorbed by the Stone. Sunset lay half-collapsed on the pavement, her eyes glassy and distant.

Strength seeped from her body, her limbs heavy and unresponsive. Her mind was a storm of disbelief and agony as Equestrian magic, once familiar and comforting, now tore through her consciousness with a cruel vengeance, tainted with the rage of the magic’s wielder. It felt like home, yet twisted and wrong, its power ravaging her from within. Her mind was a cacophony of screams, a symphony of agony that echoed through the empty corridors of her consciousness.

Memories tore away from her with brutal speed, ribbons of her past blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors as Sunset let out a primal wail of loss that reverberated in her very soul. Princess Twilight’s warning about restoring everything before sunset slipped away with her memories, one crucial thought lost in the torrent.

As the last of her memories faded into the stone, Sunset felt an overwhelming emptiness settle within her. The magic’s touch, searing with the wielder’s rage, was paradoxically comforting — an echo of home even as it tore everything away. It was a cruel reminder of what she had lost and the last lingering thread of connection to the world she once called home. And then it was gone as well. She collapsed.

The girls rushed to her side, horror etched on their faces. Sunset let out a with a quiet sigh as exhaustion consumed her. Twilight clutched her shoulder as they all watched the girl slip into unconsciousness, her strength utterly drained.

Silence filled the air, the aftermath of the storm that had torn through Sunset, leaving nothing but echoes and emptiness. Horrified and determined to stop this new villain of the week, Twilight turned to Fluttershy, who gently measured Sunset’s brow and nodded in silent affirmation.

With a face set in grim resolve, Twilight focused her energy and wrested the stone from Wallflower’s hand with a magenta glow, her eyes glowing cyan. The stone flew from Wallflower’s grip into Twilight’s waiting hands, its malevolent glow fading.

Not stopping there, Twilight glanced at a garden hose nearby, using her power to wrangle it around Wallflower, trapping her like a makeshift lasso. “Just like the cops,” she quipped, adjusting her glasses.

The rest of the human girls were shocked at this sudden display of more magic, from their human friend no less. They exchanged glances.

Seeing their confusion, Twilight tried to make sense of it all. “Maybe when I touched her, it created a riff where—” She launched into a string of scientific-sounding jargon, words spilling out in a rapid stream. As the other girls exchanged looks of incomprehension, Twilight continued, her excitement growing. She held the stone, a glint appearing in her eyes just as the stone’s glow faded completely.

“Maybe I could create a hard drive for memories! That would be so cool,” she trailed off, suddenly noticing the other girls’ confusion. Twilight blushed self-consciously.

Her gaze returned to the stone, which seemed to promise untold mysteries. Despite the horrifying things she had just seen, there was a pull, an irresistible urge to know more. “Just another stone to research,” she concluded.

Twilight knew she should figure out how to restore their memories. She wanted to help Sunset Shimmer, of course — the mean girl had just saved them from a painful-looking magic memory wipe, for God’s sake! But the scientist in her protested — maybe it could wait. If it involved destroying the stone, she wanted to study it completely first.

Rainbow Dash chuckled at her intense expression. “Nerd,” she quipped, earning an elbow from Applejack, who couldn’t help but smirk as well.

“Uh, hello, girls? Sunset Shimmer is still unconscious,” Pinkie Pie reminded them, pointing at the collapsed figure on the floor.

“I’ve been trying to say that for the past few minutes,” Fluttershy whispered, concern etched on her face as she cradled Sunset’s head in her lap.

Rarity knelt beside her, gently brushing the girl’s hair away from her face. “We should get her somewhere safe. She looks absolutely dreadful,” she said, her voice tinged with worry.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the pavement, the girls gathered around Sunset. They looked at the mean girl who had just saved them. Her face was set in an expression of discomfort, her body limp and unresponsive, her breathing shallow and uneven. Together, they lifted her with care, their minds heavy with the weight of what had just transpired.

The setting sun painted the sky in streaks of orange and purple.

Author's Note

Inspired by a comment which can be found in the comment section of this video.

Also thank you Alan Black for the amazing transcript of the special.