I trotted into my new room feeling both angry at Equestria Daily for breaking into my mind and stealing information, and upset that I'd had to leave Luna. By the time I was going to burn down their offices, they'd all gone home, so it'd be pointless. I'd have to wait until the next day. Unfortunately, that also meant I would be sleeping alone in one of the castle's spare rooms. It was a nice room, no doubt; courtesy of Luna, who'd promised no matter how we were in our relationships as friends, she'd always allow me a spare room. It was nice of her, but I was starting to regret ending it.

Sighing, I placed my beloved Trophy Belt on the hat rack, placed down my jacket and folded it, and slipped off my boots before placing them next to the bed. Then, I jumped into bed but didn't bother putting the covers on, and stared out the window. It was very dark; very few lights were on in the streets below. However, in the distance, a set of floating lights coming from an airship let me know that Blueblood was fine. He still owed me one: how could he possibly pay me back for helping him fake his death and escape from the boredom of monarchy? However, just as I rolled over to get to sleep, something crumpled beneath my weight. I paused and looked down at this small note. It read;

Thunder

Well, I owe you one. So, it was of good timing that you left Luna (my apologies for that), for mares have really started taking an interest in you. So, effectively, the 'death battle' that was so watched has spread to the 'FeMare' magazines and what-not. But listen, I'm genuinely sorry if the attention of a million or more mares doesn't appeal to you, but this is the best I can do at the moment. Plus, I don't even believe this constitutes a favour, so I've still not paid you back for getting me out of the stuffy noble monarchy.

Anyway: exciting news! I'm going to go live in Chinallion for a few years, and I intend to learn the skills you learned. The fact I have a spirit on board will make it that much easier. Anyway, so, I'm also planning to go to...

I carried on reading this letter for a while, before folding it up, storing it in my jacket, and deciding it'd be best for me to get some sleep.

And for the first time in a long, long time, I felt as though something had been lifted.

The next morning, I awoke at the usual 4:00AM, and went to go get a shower. It was strange, not sharing it with everypony's favourite moon goddess, but it just meant I had more room to move around and get washed better. Then, I set my mane into its usual style, and then trotted out to go get breakfast. The moment I entered the hallway, it was...unusually silent. I looked both ways. To my left, there was one night guard trotting down the corridor and whistling casually. To the right, a maid was dusting a small statue and humming. Remembering what Blueblood said the night before, I decided to go left. Unless, of course, the magazine hadn't been put onto shelves at that point, in which case I could easily trot past her and she wouldn't care.

I decided to test this idea:, I turned the other way, and trotted past the maid. She gave a respectful nod and a smile, before resuming her duties. When I got round the corner, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good." I said. "Now for some toast."

As I went down to the train station, I noticed something was strange. All the 'well done, you did well' guys came up and shook my hoof, but there was DEFINITELY something off about how the opposite sex looked at me. I was receiving almost sultry looks, and the occasional daring mare came up to ask if I'd sit with them and their friends, go to a party they were having, or, my personal favourite, take a romantic walk in moonlit Canterlot's gardens.

I found that last one so subtle.

Anyway, on the way, I went past a newsagents, and did a small halt and step back to check the magazines on sale. Ideally, I'd see Equestria Daily...yes. There it was. I flipped the stallion behind the counter a bunch of bits, which probably accumulated to about forty now I think about it, before I folded it and slipped the magazine into my jacket pocket. Whistling as I exited the shop, I continued to the train station. However, as I went past the Equestria Daily offices, something hit me.

'Wait, I didn't make that shit explode, did I?' I thought, looking down the points on the modern looking building to see where I could destroy it best. I felt my inner Trevor awaken as I thought of all the horrible ways I could dispose of these offices, journalists and all. But, the idea of keeping the presses around to see what happens seemed fun at the time, so I simply did that. Continuing my whistling, I made a mental note of the service ladder to the roof, before carrying on my trip to the train station.

I lay reclined in my cabin chair, hat on the hat stand in the corner, and coat folded next to me. In front of me was the magazine I'd been so excited to read, and the window portrayed the city where it was written. As the train descended to Ponyville, I flipped the pages to where I was looking at an image of myself clashing a headtaker against Kukris.

Thunder Mustang SINGLE!

The splash was written in humongous fucking letters. It was impossible to miss.

OMG! Today, our contacts inside Canterlot Palace can confirm that PRINCESS LUNA and THUNDER MUSTANG have ended their undoubtedly bumpy love affair!

A quick little listen through the castle walls captured the whole argument, with Thunder calling the Princess 'an overpompous b****' that 'would be better off on the moon', to which the Princess responded with the witty line 'I'll cut you, b****.' The whole 10 minute symphony of anger terminated the 7 month relationship that had seen Thunder leaving for a week and being unheard of, and Princess Luna even going so far as to drug him.

"Pfft." I snorted, before ripping the page out, pulling out a quill, and writing 'Bullshit. - Thunder Mustang' in the middle of the page and underlining it repeatedly, then leaving it on the table. Finally, I looked out the window, and up at Canterlot. Sighing sadly at the fact that the magazine was right about me no longer being with Luna, I knew the only thing that could cheer me up. I sat up, reached into my coat pocket, and removed the small detonator, before pressing the button. In the distance, I heard a deep boom, and a large puff of fire and smoke rising up from the middle of Canterlot. Satisfied there would be no more OmG from EqD, I smiled, and began to sort through the omnipresent backpack Dok had given me.

Author's Note

Just a side note for those just reading this chapter right now, I reccomend you read from Chapter one, to see the evolution of a moderately good OC into a bad OC.
All 100 or so chapters? You twat.
Yeah. Sorry.