The Mysterys Of Spysight

Hello. As you probably already know, I am Spysight; one of the best detectives/journalists in Equestria. Well, I am now anyway. I wasn't always this great, I used to be almost unemployed, with no money and large quantities of bills, but quite a lot has happened since then. It has been a long and tiring journey, but I made it in the end.

The journey was often filled with wondrous events such as adventuring into the unknown and finding the treasures of a lifetime. However, that doesn't mean that there weren't terrible events like treachery, rape, betrayal and murder.

This is my story...

...It all started in a crappy hotel (which didn't even have a name), where it was common to find dust, insects, and illness littered places you'd least expect. Look in the dumpster behind the building and you might find somepony unconscious, coated in dirt and filth. Look in the public bathroom and you might find a giant pink, red and blue hairless ape who calls itself Mario jumping in or out of a toilet, possibly using magic mushrooms that make him big; eating flowers that make him breath fire or smoking pot and then rambling about evil turtles. He was the hotels plumber.

If you looked into the 3rd flat on the 4th floor, you would find an earth pony with an abyss black coat, a dark red overgrown mane, a tangled tail and a magnifying glass cutie mark. This was me, three years ago. There weren't many good reasons for staying at that bucket of death. The main being that because it was so disgusting that the owner actually paid people to stay there, so that he wouldn't feel like such a failure. It was only 2 bits a month, but anything I could get my hooves on was fine.

There was another reason though. The reason being a thought that never left my mind: how did the owner of the hotel get the money to pay the residents? Surely, if they had enough money to pay ponies to stay there without actually earning anything, then why couldn't they get the place cleaned up, and make money instead of losing it?

Originally, I had only stayed there for the first point, but that thought never left me. That was the least of my worries however. I hadn't intended to stay there for long (Mario creeped me out), but days became weeks, and weeks became months, and so before I knew it, I lived there. I hadn't even found out anything for my investigation, no kind of evidence whatsoever.

But that was before the letter arrived. And everything changed.

I was sprawled across the damp flooring of my kitchen, dazed and with a few teeth knocked out. Blood lightly dripped out of the cuts all over my body. Regaining some sort of consciousness, I slowly stood up, and sighed.

"One of these days," I muttered to no-one in particular "I'll figure out how to use that dishwasher without being sucked in."

I didn't have many things, but the few things I did have were in a crap quality. My dishwasher sucked things into it (quite often me), water from my tap was brown (and not just tinted, fully brown like melted chocolate, I didn't really want to know where it came from), my TV played in black and white, and gave you shocks when you went anywhere near it, and I didn't even HAVE a fridge.

It had been a long, cloudy, dark day, with virtually no sunlight nor rain. It always seemed to be dark, even though it was the middle of summer. Ironically, that had been the warmest and brightest day of the year so far. Little did I know, the weather would clear up in a few days, and we would get the yearly hour of sunlight we always do.

I was putting my plates into the dishwasher, as I didn't want to try washing blood off of plates and knives with thick, brown water. That would be disgusting. Unfortunately, after turning on the stupid machine, I had forgotten to be careful, and had gotten sucked in again. As I always did. When it finishes, it hurls me out, where I had smash my head against the wall, instantly knocking me out. Every time.

Anyway, after I got up, I grabbed some extra strength painkillers from a cupboard and inspected the dishwasher. Good news: no plates had been broken. Bad news: now they had some hair and even more blood coated on them. It looked like I didn't have choice but to use the sink. I decided to do it later though, as I'd need to clean the floors at the same time, and that would take a while.

So instead, I slowly trotted over to the TV, where The Haytrix (my favorite film at the time) that I had put on earlier, was still playing. It was about how life could be computer program made by machines, while ponies were being used as a life source. Some ponies had been set free by who they called "the one", they had disappeared afterwards. A group of ponies (lead by Horseus) who thought they had found him, try to get to him before the Sheppard's (computer programs) do.

I decided to watch some for a while. So as I gulped down some painkillers, I sat to watch. It had just got to the scene where Horseus had just been captured by the Sheppard's. Meanwhile, Trotiny and Geo were about to go in and save him.

Before I continue, I should tell you about were I lived. At the time, I was in Talondon. I had lived in Eagleland all my life (and still do), as there were less ponies and more griffins. The reason I liked griffins more than ponies is because, well, um...

Okay, I'm going to have to tell you about my childhood first:

My mother was arrested for bestiality with a wolf, and was given a life sentence for doing it in the middle of a crowded street. The Police also found large quantities of drugs on her, as well as her hoofprints at a murder scene. Three quarters of a year later, in the middle of her cell, she gave birth to me.

The officer that found had always wanted kids, and me took me in as his own. He would teach me about crime scenes, investigating and how to successfully interrogate people. He taught me to follow my instincts, as most of the time your instincts would lead you to the answer. I loved him and he loved me.

But because my real father was technically a wolf, when I was five, I started to develop canines.

My life was a total shitstorm form there.

My adopted father abandoned me in an alleyway, with no food, no water, no money and no life. Through the next month or so, many ponies found me. But of course, as soon as they discovered my teeth, I would get abandoned all over again. So much for "friendship is magic".

Eventually, I was found by a griffin by the name of Wingfree. Wingfree took me in as my second adopted father. He (and most griffins too) didn't mind my teeth at all. In fact, he actually liked me more because of them! He soon found that my diet was very similar to a griffins, just with a bit more greenery (and I preferred my meat to be extra bloody).

Due to my teeth being so sharp, and my jaw being so strong because I'm part pony, I never got bullied in school. Well, I never got bullied after the first time.

Most of the students were griffins, but there were a couple of ponies too, as well as a changeling. One of the ponies, who was a Pegasus, once tried to bully me because of my teeth. What I did to her, well, lets just say she had less than four legs afterwards. She was taken to a hospital, and I was given detention for the rest of the year.

But believe it or not, the whole ordeal made me much more popular. Or at least, no-one tried to mess with me after that. I became friends with the changeling, who's name was Toothblade. His parents had called him that because his teeth were quite a bit bigger than a normal changeling.

We were great friends, mostly because we were both the oddities of the school. The situations we would get into were ridiculous, and often very, very dangerous. We always got out fine though, as we could rely on my quick thinking, and Toothblade's ability to transform (my mouth often helped too). Wingfree wouldn't mind about what we did, as long as we stayed safe, and sorted things out fine.

When I was fifteen, Wingfree was murdered. I'd come home from another adventure with my best friend to find the house burnt down, and Wingfree lying in a pool of blood. I wanted to help the police find the killer, but they wouldn't even let me anywhere near the crime scene. They never did solve the case, and I had to look after myself. Soon after, I was expelled from school after getting angry and putting a teacher in the hospital, and since they were unable to sue Wingfree, I got expelled instead. The only place I could go to for work was Talondon. That was the last time I saw Toothblade.

The only thing I could really turn to for work was journalism, though the ponies I went to for jobs rarely gave me anything to work with, and I rarely got jobs at all (*cough* racists *cough*). During my seventh job I got my cutie mark, and since it was a magnifying glass, I assumed I should just continue to be a journalist for the time being. Bills got worse and worse, my special diet became more and more expensive, and before long I had to move somewhere cheaper. Since then I'd had to move to cheaper places time and time again, until in my early twenties where I found the nameless hotel, which is where the story began.

Now then, lets continue...

There was a knock at my door. I turned from the TV to see a letter had been slotted underneath. I dashed to the door, flung it open and and had a quick look down the corridor, but there was nopony there. I closed the door and turned my attention to the letter.

It was a very high quality envelope, and it was clearly addressed to me. I picked it up in my hooves, and used my stupidly powerful mouth to tear the top off. Pulling out the letter, I quickly read what was written:

Spysight,

We have been informed that you are currently investigating the owner of that thing you call a hotel. We have some information that may interest you. If you wish to be knowledgeable of this confidential data, go to Feather Park tomorrow. One of my agents will meet you there at 12am.

See you soon,

Mr Egnahc

Of course, I was very interested in was this "confidential data" was. But even more so than that, I was interested in who this "Mr Egnahc" was, as they reminded me of Toothblade. He would always make up names for himself, and would hate re-using words that he had already said earlier in the sentence. I couldn't be bothered to think about it right now though, since I was too tired, and the painkillers would wear off soon.

I turned off the TV, and headed to bed. I had a feeling tomorrow was going to be a long day.