Babs Seed-December

December 1st, Year 2012

A new member has joined the Manehattan branch of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. She's nice, funny, but kind of shy. She has a mane like gold and a coat like silver, her name's Silver Shine. She's really good at flying, and can make the sky burst with colors when she sprinkles glitter on her wings and takes off.

Your friend, Babs Seed

Dear Princess Celestia,

I learned that friends are always there, no matter what. Even when they're mad at you. And if they're there for you, you should be right there next to them always too.

Your friend, Babs

December 2nd, Year 2012

A member left today. She got her Cutie Mark and smiled at us, the rest of our Cutie Mark Crusader bunch. She looked happy as she nuzzled goodbye to each of us, "Stay strong and keep reaching for the stars until they're right there in your hooves."

She said before wiping a tear away from her eyes and trotted off. It was sad to see her go. She was an earth pony named Maroon. She had a white coat with a blonde mane that she kept in braids. Her Cutie Mark was for dying threads, so it was a Dye pot with splatters of dyes near it. It was beautiful, and I'm happy for her.

Your friend, Babs Seed

Dear Princess Celestia,

I learned today that if you make fun of my friends, I get mad. Really, really mad. I learned that if you get mad, you don't want to kill ponies with kindness. You want to do something worse. It's an awful feeling, but it's in every pony.

Your friend, Babs Seed

December 3rd, Year 2012

A member joined today. His name is Loli Pop, he's great at making candy. He already has his Cutie Mark, but wants to help all of get ours. He's kinda cute, and makes me blush when he tells me I'm as sweet as a sugar coated strawberry dipped in chocolate.

His Cutie Mark is a rainbow, at the end is different types of candy, peppermints near red, lemon drops near yellow, the works. He's kinder than any stallion I know, and his silver mane doesn't match his blue coat, but it makes him stand out. The other mares are really fond of him, but he seems to only have interest in candy and Cutie Marks.

Stallions are strange.

Your friend, Babs Seed

December 4th, Year 2012

Remember Loli Pop? He has a brother named Simon C Sugar. It's odd, Simons' Cutie Mark has nothing to do with sugar, it's a bunch of spikes and I know why. A member, Gold Spark, came back to the group hours after leaving to find some fabric with holes punctured into his skin.

"Simon C Sugar," he cried out. He was in a real lot of pain! Loli said it couldn't have been, and ran out while I began tending to Gold Spark, a shimmering gold stallion whose mane sparkles when he moves.

Now it shines with blood.

I know it's not the friendly nice thing you're used to, but this is Manehattan, where the bullying hurts. A lot. After tending to his injuries, he told me that Simon said he was sick of us being together, and that it would be wise to break up our little group while we could.

The nerve! I'll keep you guys updated on Simon and his gang, the Cutie Mark Crusader Crushers.

Your friend, Babs Seed

Dear Princess Celestia,

I learned I'm really good at undoing tangles! I can undo a really messy knot in a few seconds, including friendship knots! I love being such a great help to other ponies who don't know how to say sorry when they want to, or uncovering and undoing a mean knot of a lie or something mean. I also learned that if a pony makes fun of your imperfections, it means they're ashamed of their own.

There's this pony, Simon C Sugar, he's real mean, but hopefully we can be friends. I know he thinks I'm just a Blank Flank, but maybe I can turn that thought around and make him into a nice pony.

So many ponies don't like him, in my group I mean, and I just want to give him a second chance. And I will. I'm going to meet him behind the school yard soon, and I'll give you the details of what happens tomorrow.

Hopefully I wont be writing it with an injured hoof.

Your friend, Babs Seed

December 5th, Year 2012

I met Simon in the school yard. It was dark, and had a sense of danger to it. I liked it, it was right up my alley. When I saw him, I saw he brought trouble.

Those who make fun of others for insecurities are afraid of their own

A few minutes into fighting and arguing, I saw his 'friends' come out from behind the school dumpster. It was horrible. They each had spike studded hoof-lets.

Just as they were starting to jump me, I reared up and kicked, bucking to save my life. Simon watched from far out as it started to rain both blood and water, and that's when I noticed something.

His Cutie Mark was smearing, running down his coat. It was fake. I saw the others Cutie Marks, and they weren't running at all. Theirs were real. They probably weren't aware that their leader was a phony pony. I looked him in the eye, and in that moment he knew I knew.

"Let 'er go, she's not worth it." He called out, fear echoed in his voice but only I heard it. In the dark, it was hard to see a fake Cutie Mark. Just like in the dark, it is hard to build an arch. But he did it, built an arch of lies and deception.

And ran.

After running away, I sat there for a moment or two, before Loli came out. His eyes were like fire, burning through me, making their mark on my soul.

"You know, don't you?" He asked, but the look on my face was answer enough.

"Yeah," I responded. "I do. Is yours fake too?" He leaped to his hooves, anger scorched into his face.

"What makes you say that? It's lasting through the rain, ain't it?"

Suddenly, he wasn't the kind stallion I knew. He was a protective brother. I ran back to the Clubhouse, not saying a word when I got there. I knew if I did, I might as well kiss my chances of survival away.

I'm worried for both Loli and the group, I know I put their lives in danger by noticing that fake Cutie Mark, I know I put my own life in danger, Simon will do anything to keep my mouth shut now. But Loli, it looks as if he's a bad guy now, but that can't be true. Not my sweet little Loli Pop.

Sorry it's so long.

Your friend, Babs Seed

Dear Princess Celestia,

Today I learned that through a storm comes the eye, and after that it gets worse for a while, but better then. I just have to wait out the storm.

Until then,

Your friend, Babs Seed

December 6th, Year 2012

I got scared when a member of the Cutie Mark Crusaders: Manehattan went missing. Really scared. It's December, a month of love and cherishing what you have.

Hearthswarming is soon too. But all I can think of is the impending danger that strikes with every day that passes. Simon, once so nice and a bit on the mean side. Just a taint in his heart, has become the meanest, rudest, worst filly in all of Manehattan. I think.

He's violent, snappy, a trickster, and a phony. Spikes and currents, one is painful, the other changes everything. Looks like I'm caught with both.

Loli Pop came back last night. He was nice to every foal and filly, the stallions that acted silly. But me...He glared at me. Tried to pull me aside once or twice. I think he's trying to use his looks against me, when he looks at me, there's anger in his eyes but a friendly smile upon his lips. He acts nice towards me, but only nice enough to be convincing for the others. No real comfort in his words, at least, not for me.

In other news, Silver Shine got her Cutie Mark! Turns out making the sky brighten and shimmer was her special talent! Her Cutie Mark sparkles too! It's these gold and silver particles, more like sparkles but I want to sounds smart, so particles. Sounds more Scientific!

She was really happy, and flew into the air real high, before remembering how shy she was and gliding down, a blush on her face. Everyone cheered for her and her brother gave her a ride all the way home. He broke both his wings, so now he's a plow horse.

Hasn't given her a ride on his back in a long time, Silver Shine said. I felt happy for her, but I know if I show too much emotion towards a member, they might be targeted later, so I just congratulated her.

The whole time, Simon watched from the shadows. I saw him, out of the corner of my eye so if I didn't look too hard, he disappeared, which was good.

He was sharpening a candy cane with his teeth made by his brother. When the party for Silver Shine was over, and everypony was leaving, I stayed behind to clean up.

I quickly did it, cause the second they all left, Simon and his gang emerged from the shadows. I hightailed it out of there. It was a cowardly move, but it was better then staying there and have my sister have to identify my body later.

Well, this is getting too long. Bye.

Your friend, Babs Seed

December 7th, Year 2012

The Cutie Mark Crusader is still gone. Her name was Blending Mist, a great artist who could make anything. She designed a few posters and such.

Another one disappeared today, her name was Ray. She was great at sewing, she's a Pegasus while Blending was an Earth pony.

I remember every detail about the two, Blending would often have brushes stuck in her hair, paint splattering her mane, covering her baby blue coat and shining white misty hair.

Ray had never wanted to fly, always wished she was born an Earth pony, while Blending wished she was a Pegasus. Ray kept needles stuck in her wings, making them shred and tear in an elegantly, yet seemingly painful way. She always chuckled and said,

"No, I'm fine! I keep the needles tightly compacted to my feathers, the skin parts of my wings never find pain in their midst. I wouldn't care anyway, other than needle holders, they're pretty much useless to me."

She and Blending Mist were best friends.

The best of friends. They wouldn't leave one anothers side for the world, they had a sleepover everyday. They were like the Octavia and Vinyl Scratch, only with art, not music.

I read reports filed earlier, got detail on everypony that might go missing. It seems as if The Cutie Mark Crusader Crushers might target a pony close to a pony close to a pony close to me.

They're kicking them off, making seemingly worthless moves until they get to a pony close to me.

Shimmer was close to Ray who was close to Blending. Shimmer is close to me. Real close, we're best filly friends.

Even though he's a colt, and I'm a filly, he asked me to call him his best Filly Friend. He acts like a filly to, and speaks funny.

But I like that about him.

So, deciphering that this is the pattern, he's next. I'll have to guard him with my life, and stop sending letters to Princess Celestia, just for a bit.

If anything were to happen to him...I don't know what would happen honestly. He was my best friend ever, protected me from Simon before I went to Ponyville for a little while.

Protected me from all of them.

And got made fun of at my expense, all because he was different than other colts and loved pink frills. But we were all different, in our own way.

Wait a minute...

FRILLS!

FRILLY FRILLS!

Simon C Sugar and his gang weren't targeting ponies close to one another, they're targeting ponies with their name somewhere in the love of other ponies!

I can't explain it too well but,

Blending had loved the sun, how a ray would dance off her face with warmth.

Ray.

Ray had loved things that shimmer and shine.

Shimmer.

Shimmer loves things pink and frilly.

Frilly Frills.

Everything makes sense now, Shimmer is next, but then it's Frilly. If I can't save Shimmer, I'll do my best to protect Frilly.

I have to go now, there's a noise, a crash. If you're reading this, then I'm okay. Fine. And-

...

December 8th, Year 2012

A light held only by a metal string swayed above me, going back and forth with ease. No problem in it.

I reached up to touch it, but was denied the ability.

I don't know what happened, I was writing when a bag was placed over my head, causing me to scratch the paper in a violent manor. I'm writing now, not on my sparkly blue notebook, but on a rock with another rock. Each w

word I carve carefully, embedding it into the rock. It takes me awhile, I've spent hours just carving up to here and making it stay in the rock, like a pattern. It's hard when you're shackled to the wall, one hoof above my head, the other hands loosely, but not usefully.

I use it to write. When I woke up here, the hoof that had been suspended had popped our of its socket.

It was my left, so I have to turn to the left to write on the stone walls. The horrid clatter of me kicking the wall repeatedly, to get a better angle near the stone I had chosen to write on.

Everything was scary here. The pony that had brought me here was scary, I think. All I remember about them was a blue coat, and a tint of silver, I'm guessing from their tail or mane.

The second I was dropped off here, the force enough to make me pass out, I knew:

Getting out of here would be no easy task. I'd have to get unhooked, but even then...

Hoofsteps.

Click

Clack

On the track

The door opened, it was far down, nearly a hundred feet away from me.

It was Loli Pop. As he gazed at me, crocodile tears stung at his eyes. Running to me, I looked at him blankly. He, he and his awful brother, they had chained me here. For him to get any look from me...No. Never. I wont give him that satisfaction, no matter how small.

"Babs,"

I looked at him, fighting the confusion that tried to snake its way into my eyes. "Babs I'm sorry, I never wanted any of this to happen." I looked at him as he leaned up

And kissed me.

Shock and surprise registered in my eyes after he left, and I bucked and kicked at an invisible Loli before writing everything past On the track, writing it still.

Someone's coming, I hear the door start to open. Someone is here, and I see them now. They have a dark cloak over them and something in their hooves.

They're walking, giving me enough time t-

. . .

Dear Princess Celestia,

If you can hear my words now, help me. It had been hours since my capture, and I learned a few things.

1. Some ponies are crazy

2. Some are intelligent

3. Some have gone mad with Science

I overhead a conversation from outside the room I've been kept in.

My mouth will be sewn shut to keep me quiet, and then? I'll be the first mute Alicorn. I know I'm an earth pony, but those ponies out there...They're crazy. Mad! They have others imprisoned, each blank flanks.

They were failed experiments, their wings and one of their horns will be used to sew onto my skin. Celestia help me, if I don't get out of here soon...Things might get bad.

Your friend, Babs Seed

December 9th, Year 2012

The sunlight poured through though the skies, dashing my sight for a moment, making my vision a clear and beautiful white as I stumbled out of her prison. I looked over as her flank shined. I finally got my Cutie Mark. Darkness danced and pawed at the edges of my vision, but I don't care. I finally made my mark. The world before passed in a blur, and the snow was cold against my skin.

The latches that held my mouth cold made it impossible to scream with joy. I saw Loli as he smiled down at me, before my vision was fully encrusted by the darkness

I woke up from my dream, only to see the dim lighting of my prison, but Loli was there. Looking at me strangely.

"You evil thing you,"

He started to say. "Looking at me with those eyes of yours, you're like a big puppy dog."

He trotted up to me and stood on his hind legs, leaning on the wall on the right side of me to look at me clearer.

Suddenly, he jammed something into the chain that suspended my left hoof.

Pop.

I fell, the thing that he embedded into the rock had shattered the chain.

I hit the ground and started running, despite the uselessness of my left hoof. I'd write the letter for December 8th later, but now I was heading out of the prison.

As I opened the door, I looked back to see Loli smiling, nodding me forward as I yanked open the door with my teeth and ran out, ran out of wherever my holding cell was.

I just know there was sunlight, and ponies, and the Cutie Mark Crusaders: Manehattan Version were looking for me when I stumble out, nearly crashing onto my face. Looks like today's gonna be a good day.

Your friend, Babs Seed

Dear Princess Celestia,

There was a cloaked pony. He told me about my new wings, how the pony they were getting them off of had similar, if not the same, skin color as mine, same as coat color. After he told me that, he made me sleep.

I'm okay though, I've escaped.

I learned this morning that friends are there until the end, there to protect you from situations, even if they put you in them.

Your friend, Babs Seed