Babs Seed-December

December 10th, Year 2012

They took Simon and his gang away. I feel like there will be peace once more, at least for a little while. Shimmer

is gone. Ray...I don't even want to think about Ray. They found her. Oh Celestia, they found her.

Her wings were stretched and torn, as if she was trying to fly but couldn't. Needles were embedded into her wings,

try blood circled around the wounds. A look of

terror glazed her eyes, it looked like she was looking at someone.

"Terror and pain," Silver Shine said. "That's all that was in store for her."

They found her in an alley way, cast aside like garbage. But she wasn't garbage, and never would be. She was Ray,

a beautiful yellow Pegasus with orange flecks in her mane and stripes on her coat.

She wasn't garbage. No pony, no matter how bad, was garbage. No pony needed to be treated like this. But she was.

Knowing her, she was stubborn and wouldn't give them what they needed, if they needed anything.

Shimmer, and Blending haven't been found, but the Royal Guards tried to console me by saying they might be found

alive.

My heard surges with so many things, pain, hurt, hope, sadness, it's nearly too much.

Oh, and happiness. While I was gone, several of the Cutie Mark Crusaders got their Cutie Marks.

Frilly Frills, a light pink mare with a flamboyantly hot pink mane got a dress with frills. She's a dress maker.

Concoction, a vibrant green stallion with a neon orange Mohawk and tail got a potion spilling over.

Christi Light, a black mare with rainbow dots and a long, now short, mane and tail got Christmas looking likes.

I don't know what to feel anymore.

Hopefully time will heal.

Your friend, Babs Seed

December 10th:

Dear Princess Celestia,

I learned a lot of things. I learned I'm important in the hearts of other ponies, I also learned I can't spell...Heh heh...

Oh, and the most important lesson of the day!

I'm one of the only ponies writing letters to you.

Good Night Princess!

Your friend, Babs Seed

December 11th, Year 2012

We're losing members. With every member we gain, we lose three because of fear. Simon might be able to break free,

they said. Loli, he's still around.

He acts like nothing happened, and I guess that's for the best, I mean, if my

brother was a psycho murderer, I would pretend nothing happened too.

He's real sweet too, I guess I'm still his sugar coated strawberry dipped in chocolate, despite putting his

brother away.

I think the seas will be calm, by seas I mean here. It seems like the only thing left to worry

about, is where Shimmer and Blending Mist are.

I know they're okay, I just know. I can feel it. But then again, I feel like Ray is going to streak across the

sky, leaving a trail of purple, red, or even amber, depending on what thread she's holding. I feel like she's

still here.

Still with us.

But she's not, and wont ever be. The image of the needles in...Her, it haunts me. It beckons my sanity to slowly

wander away with an urge. For some reason, I want to let my sanity slip.

But I can't let it.

Apple Bloom wrote a letter yesterday night, she and Sweetie are coming over soon, around the fifteenth. If not

earlier, her sister said. My sister just smiled nervously before hugging me tight and writing back,

'Sounds wonderful! Can't wait to catch up!'

She didn't want to catch up, she wanted to keep them safe, hidden. I know if Simon gets out, my friends will be

targeted.

I want them to stay safe, I want to stay safe. But we're dealing with Simon, someone who seems like a super

genius, crazed and gone mad with power and sadness.

He might get a Pity Mark, a mark given right before, or after

death. Celestia isn't sure if the death penalty is alright for someone his age.

I don't think so, he may have killed many ponies, maybe more, but he didn't mean it. Or, at least I don't think

so.

He's gone mad, crazy. That doesn't mean he deserves to die.

Right?

Your friend, Babs Seed

December 12th, Year 2012

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

I had a dream last night.

Tomorrow.

Simon broke out.

Tomorrow.

The date on the wall, 12/13/12

Tomorrow.

Loli wont help him anymore. Refuses to talk to him even now.

Tomorrow.

I found out he liked Ray, more then he'll ever like me.

Tomorrow.

Hope for Loli and I, disintegrated when they found that body

Tomorrow.

There was no hope to begin with,

Tomorrow.

He was using me to get close to her, and then again

Tomorrow

So I'd keep my muzzle shut about his brother.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow Shimmer will be found, ragged and barely standing

Tomorrow

But okay, Blending wont be found tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

I know this dream was a vision, I can feel it.

Tomorrow.

It's live I've got a sixth sense, like Pinkie.

Tomorrow.

A Seed Sense. Sounds nice.

Tomorrow.

The blood is pounding in my ears, best stop writing.

Tomorrow.

Your friend, Babs Seed

December 12th:

Dear Princess Celestia,

Have you ever felt like you needed somepony more than ever, more than anything, and would give up anything for them, to have them? I feel that way now with a colt named Loli. Loli Pop. But he was in love with another, now dead.

It was never me. I was never a sugar coated strawberry coated in chocolate, not that you'd get the reference. I'm looking into a window of myself, hollow enough to see inside.

He never thought much of me. A little something here, a smudge there, but that's it. I may as well have been his sister, or even his cousin.

Oh, and I learned to trust your dreams. Thank Luna for me, will you? Thanks.

Your friend, Babs Seed

December 13th, Year 2012

I was wrong. Very, very wrong. Shimmer was found, a few bruises, a scratch here, a scratch there. But in my dream,

he was bloody. A broken bone here, a shattered body part there.

And Simon, Simon didn't get out.

This just doesn't add up! Had Luna mislead me, showed me something that wasn't real, or did I just have a

nightmare?

Apple Bloom said the fifteenth. Happy thirteenth. It feels like Friday, the thirteenth.

I feel crazed, perhaps it's the things I've seen that cause me to be like this, perhaps my dream was an illusion,

a way to throw me off. Luna was crazy before, not too long ago.

For her to regain sanity, it might take a while,

in such a sudden matter is beyond me. Maybe she wanted to show somepony that she wasn't as sane as she claimed.

After all, we all have a bit of insanity in us, waiting to burst.

Maybe hers is beyond her breaking point. I mean,

who would send such horrifying images to a young filly?

Not anypony in their right mind!

Well, I'm starting to ramble and it's cold, my hooves are going numb, so this will be it for now.

Your friend, Babs Seed

December 14th, Year 2012

I wasn't wrong, I just got the date wrong. Luna did not lie to me, sure she sent me a nightmare, but we all have our nightmares. All of us. No one is an exception. She seemed to have looked at me and spoke softly, yet loudly,

"Everyone has something to fear, Princess to Filly."

I see now, it wasn't 12/12/12, no. It was 12/14/12. I must have been dreaming too fast and miss

ed it.

How do I know?

Simon broke out at 12:00am this morning. I found him in my room, or, I thought it was him. It was Loli. When I saw

him in the shadows, hunched over what looked like a knife, I screamed loudly. And when he reassured me that the

knife like thing was a mirror, and he wasn't Simon, I calmed down a bit.

And then he told me Simon got out.

I let out a shrill cry, screaming my lungs off, and he slammed my muzzle shut. I think he jammed a few teeth back

into my gums with that force.

He whispered softly, "Don't worry. Stop screaming."

And them for some odd reason, he jumped out the window. Good thing I live on the first floor. When I saw him trot off, I looked at the mirror.

Which was a knife.

Boys are dumb liars. He must have forgotten it.

So now I'm scared for my life for someone who probably wants revenge.

And my teeth hurt.

Great.

Your friend, Babs Seed

December 15th, Year 2012

I'm in mourning today. Simon is dead. He died over night, tried to kill somepony and got unlucky. The pony he

targeted had an older brother, an older brother who loved them very much.

Silver Shine.

I don't know why he targeted her, he saw her at the party long ago. December 6th.

He saw the protective gleam in her brothers' eyes. I know he did, everypony did, even if he was in the shadows,

there was no way he didn't. The way her brother carried her on his back, the way he watched over her, the way he

stole glances at the alleyway, everypony knew it.

But I guess Simon didn't know.

Silver Shines' older brother broke his wings, so he became a plow horse. He missed his wings, and went to the Princesses for help. They gave him some Guard Wings, wings they give the guards when the guards break their wings

or wing. Metal, unbreakable, and fast.

Very, very fast.

He raced home with his new wings, eager to show his little sister, the one he cared for ever since she was small.

They had been adopted, left at someponies doorstep. He didn't trust his new parents, so the second he was old

enough, he took her and bought a small platform, a complex of sorts. It may have been small, but it had more than

enough rooms, and he was just happy to have her, his only family.

Anyway, he heard a blood curdling scream that sounded like his sisters', that's what he said on the news. He

crashed through the window and pinned the mysterious pony with a large knife in hooves.

According to him.

He pounded on the pony, Simon, until his life was slithering away from his, draining away faster than any doctor

could stop. He made it to a hospital, a neighbor had called the pony-lice, and told his part of the story. I just

told you Silver Shines' brothers, Shining Wing, version.

Here's Simons':

It was dark, cold too. I was just polishing my knife, and the filly was giggling happily when I accidentally cut

my hoof, she screamed. And then, just like that, I was on the ground being pummeled to a pulp.

There was glass

everywhere, and Silver was trying to get Shining Wing off of Simon, but to no avail.

His last words chilled me in a way, they couldn't be true.

"I was just saying goodbye to my Special Somepony, Silver was my Marefriend."

Those were his last words before he blinked out like a light. I thought he just wanted to die, but hearing those

words...He had it coming to him then. Silver Shine couldn't have been his Special Somepony, would never be his

Marefriend.

But...Why is she so sad?

Your friend,

Babs Seed

December 16th, Year 2012

Apple Bloom's here! And guess what? She brought Sweetie and Scoots! They came late last night, I was tucked in and

snoring softly by then, but waking up to hear Apple Jack and my sister conversing about current problems made me

so excited, I nearly forgot about yesterday!

But then I saw Silver Shine and it all came flooding back, like a bad storm.

She seemed sadder than yesterday, but there was a glint in her eyes, it wasn't mean or anything. It was like an overwhelming amount of sadness had clouded her thoughts, caused her to flip over the edge.

Or maybe it was the sun. I've been suspicious of her, so maybe I was imaging it, trying to prove my suspicions

right.

Scootaloo was tired when I woke up, still getting used to not sleeping on a cloud, or, as I call it, Cloud 9.

Apple Bloom and Jack slept in my room, Scootaloo and Sweetie slept with my sis. My sis had a dozen blankets, and

Scoots and Sweetie wanted to whisper in the night, but Apple Bloom and Apple Jack were tired from walking, and I

was already asleep, so it only made sense that way.

That, and my sis is a heavy sleeper. Their talking wouldn't have kept her up.

Silvers' brother Shining was honored today, for his heroic acts. He beamed, but when he searched the crowd, it

looked like he couldn't find who he was looking for, his smile faltered.

Silver Shine wasn't there too, some strange stuff. She normally is always there for her brother, and he's always

there for her.

Odd.

Anyway, best get back to Sweetie, Apple, and Scoots. We're going to a roller rink!

Your friend,

Babs Seed

December 17th, Year 2012

Had a huge amount of fun with Sweetie, Apple, and Scoots! Silver Shine even decided to join us, even if it was

only for a few hours before her brother showed up looking for her.

She didn't look happy to see him. I don't know why.

He's her brother, and he saved her from one of the most

dangerous ponies I know..Or....Used to know.

Loli Pop is happy, kinda. He's sad that his brother is no longer in Equestria, but glad there won't be any deaths

for a while, if at all.

No pony in all of Equestria is in mourning for that evil colt, not even Silver. Oh no, she's just unhappy. Don't know why, the colt tried to kill her!

And the Ponyville Cutie Mark Crusaders have no idea what's going on, and it's better they don't. If they knew,

they wouldn't stay, and I really need some comfort right about now.

Apple Jack and my sister chat it up all day, no need to worry if they're having fun. They talk about apples and fences and how Big Mac sprained his hoof last week, and how last year he completely broke it.

Apple Jack knows. I fear the look she gives me now, it's like she's hiding her fear of me, though I've done nothing wrong.

Does she fear me?

Does she wonder how I almost died?

Does she think less of me for some reason?

I wish I knew the answers, but I don't. And probably never will. I've had to hide the journal I've been keeping

these entries in, and no, it's not a diary.

Scootaloo and Sweetie have been snooping around lately, they know something's up and they want to know what.

Scootaloo found a piece of torn paper with a tiny smudge of writing on it, she wants to find out what the full

page was instead of finding the word 'Simon'.

I can't let her know, but secrets aren't fun. They're awful, and they ruin friendships.

Hopefully I can keep all of this a secret until they leave in a few days. Hopefully.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

December 18th, Year 2012

Scootaloo is still snooping! I'm so confused, it'll take a while for her to find them, why does she still look?

She may never find them, and yet she keeps her eyes sharp for any stray paper or journal.

As if I were that stupid.

And Sweetie had decided to help, great, with twice the help Scootaloo might actually find something. They leave by

the 20th, so if I can keep this journal hidden for two more days, I'm in the clear zone! Free!

If I can manage two more days.

And Loli, he wants to know my thoughts on EVERYTHING! The chamber, the deaths, the holdings, everything.

I'm just a filly, what is this!? This is crazy! And Silver Shine visits Simon C Sugars' grave every afternoon.

I'm starting to suspect Simon wasn't lying, and with each passing day, Silver looks crazier and crazier.

But oh well.

Guess it's just a phase, like everything.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

December 19th, Year 2012

She found it.

Scootaloo found my journal, this journal.

I had gone to see Octavia and the Trans-Siberian Orchestra play Carol of The Bells, magnificent by the way, and

when I came back...Scootaloo was reading my journal. She looked up at me in slight horror, and whispered to

Sweetie Belle, no doubt about me. Bad Seed, guess that's all I'll ever be.

She didn't read all of it, but a good part.

Was I really that stupid to let my guard down? Could I have done something different? I find myself asking those

questions about the murders, more often than not.

I was trotting down the main avenue when I spotted Silver Shine, she and her brother were arguing. She had

something strange about her, and then I realized her wings were gone. Instead, she had a large horn on her head,

and it was clear she didn't plan on using it for magic.

The mare who had been so shy, only wanted to make the air look pretty with sparkles and colors, now, I can't even

recognize her.

She looked at her brother with such disdain, and he shouted something to her, I pieced together a

bit of it:

'Horn...Needs...Go! Wings...Back!' That's all I heard before an ear shattering cry erupted from Shining Wings' lips as Silver jumped up, head angled in a way so that the horn pierced through her brothers' neck.

She left him there too, after cleaning her horn of any blood, she just walked away.

I ran up to the stallion, and sure enough, he was breathing. The would wasn't fatal, but it could have been, if

she really wanted it to be.

The look in his eyes as he pawed at his neck, trying to see the damage. I tried to calm him down, but to no avail.

I sent a letter, kicking it with my hind legs and watching it poof to the Princess, who came a short time later.

He wouldn't say who did it, but after a large crowd of ponies gathered to see why her Highness was there, I could

see him eying Silver Shine. It was easy to spot her.

Her horn shimmered like ice, and stood tall like an icicle. An icy adjustment to a cold heart.

Simon would have been proud.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

Dear Princess Celestia,

Thank you so much for coming! And I know you want to know who did it, but I just can't tell you. I hope you understand.

But if you look close enough, the pieces will come together.

Today I learned trust is not an issue, when you have suspicion on your side.

Your friend,

Babs Seed