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“Listen Frazzle- I’m not mad that you took the sceptre, in fact I’m actually pretty pleased about it. The thing creeps me out, to be honest, but that won’t surprise anypony seeing as Discord made it. Look, I don’t care what you do with it, just keep the awful thing away from me- can you do that for me?
Twilight looked at the pale mare expectantly, almost a frown upon her delicate features.
Turning to face the lavender alicorn, Frazzle dropped into a deep bow before responding, “Of course Princess, consider it done- it’ll be back in Manehattan by the end of the day, and you’ll never have to see it again.”
An impromptu sigh escaped Twilight’s lips as she placed the accursed sceptre upon the ground before releasing her telekinetic hold on the item.
“Thank you, Frazzle- trust me, you can’t possibly comprehend how much I needed to hear those words.” Turning her eyes back to the mare in question, Twilight gasped before continuing, “Seeing as you’re doing me a massive personal favour, is there anything I can do for you? Something I can arrange, perhaps?”
Frazzle tilted her head as she considered the Princess’ offer. With the support of royalty behind her, there was an awful lot she could accomplish. But one thing stuck out above the others. Where many in her position would do something to benefit only themselves, Frazzle would have none of that.
“Princess, as you probably already know, back in Manehattan, I am the co-founder of a group dedicated to helping mares that are unlucky in love, and through relationship troubles…”
Twilight nodded in understanding- The Damaged Goods Society. Founded by Frazzle and Choco Mint, other well known members including Cookie Cream the thestral, Lavender Blush the pegasus, and the notorious unicorn named Cherry Smoothie.
Though she didn’t agree with the name of their group, she understood well that this was the self-deprecating name that all the members actually voted on, and it won by a landslide. Twilight could respect their goals and work, however.
Nodding to Frazzle, she simply said, “Go on.”
“The issue is that we need a much larger building to work from. The old meeting hall we bought with our own funds just isn’t large enough to accommodate our members for our meetings and sessions, and our membership has recently increased exponentially. What I’d like to ask is if you could possibly get us an abandoned warehouse so we can help more ponies.”
Twilight considered the request, and knowing Frazzle’s goals and selflessness, knew it was going to be a good call.
“Frazzle, consider it done. I’ll send you a package with suitable locations within a couple of days. The DGS will likely have to furnish the building and have any repairs done if necessary- my own treasury isn’t that deep yet, otherwise I’d have arranged that as well.”
“Frazzle, consider it done. I’ll send you a package with suitable locations within a couple of days. The DGS will likely have to furnish the building and have any repairs done if necessary- my own treasury isn’t that deep yet, otherwise I’d have arranged that as well.”
Frazzle smiled broadly, barely containing the excitement that threatened to escape her, “On behalf of the 587 members of the Damaged Goods Society of Manehattan, thank you from the bottom of our hearts,” before adding in a faux-conspiratorial tone, “And from me personally, has anypony ever said that you’re the best Princess?”
Twilight chuckled openly before replying, “Thank you, I’m not the best, that title is reserved for Cel… I see what you did there, Frazzle- flattery may work on Rarity, but it won’t work on me.” A small blush crept over Twilight’s face as she grinned.
“Please, send me a letter when you’ve selected your new meeting hall, and I’ll get everything else sorted out. When you finally open your new place, I’d like to be there, and I’d like to know more about what you do, and how you do it.”
Twilight looked to the ground between her hooves, while idly pawing at the packed-dirt streets Then she spoke somewhat nervously, “And… If I’m honest… I think I need your assistance with regards to a veeeeery delicate matter that’s been playing on my mind recently- and I think you may just be the right ponies for the job while Cadance is away on Earth for her diplomatic mission.”
Frazzle placed her hoof over her heart, “Princess, we would be honoured to help you, no matter what the issue. We’ll speak more on this closer to the time, but by all means, if you’re ever in central Manehattan around 7pm on a Wednesday evening, please feel free to drop by to observe during any one of our meetings. Alternatively, if you want to keep a lower profile, we can cater to that as well.”
The Princess smiled nervously but nodded in assent. Truth be told, Twilight really needed to speak with someone outside of her family or friends, so this might be a golden opportunity for her.
However, discretion was, of course, the better part of valour when it came to her particular problem, so a more discreet approach might be more beneficial for her- at least to start with, she thought.
Twilight smiled genuinely, perhaps she could find a measure of end to this problem. No, that was the wrong phrase. It would be more like taking antibiotics to combat an infected wound. But even once the infection is dealt with, the real difficulty of truly healing from the metaphorical injury would begin.
Under her breath, Twilight muttered, “One step at a time Twilight, one step at a time.”
Taking a moment to look at Frazzle, Twilight got lost in thought for a moment. The lavender mare had done her research on this unusual earth pony that stood before her. She was a straight-A student who was well known to always try her best to buoy up everypony around her, usually successfully, passing through college and university with distinction. Frazzle had since become the senior secretary at the prestigious Bank of Manehattan after working her way up from the bottom.
Friendly and polite to a fault, gentle and most definitely not the kind of mare to start throwing hooves at any provocation, Twilight would describe her as a weird mix between Rarity and Fluttershy’s personalities. If she had been born in Ponyville, Twilight had idly wondered if she could have been one of the Elements of Harmony rather than one of her friends before thinking better of it.
There was no point thinking about what could have been, such things could drive you insane, the alicorn thought mirthlessly.
Even now, Frazzle anonymously donated the majority of her wages and investment kickback to charities that assist the poor or homeless, leaving enough for her to live very comfortably. Money really didn’t mean much to this mare, so long as she could help those less fortunate than herself.
Of course, Twilight’s research had thrown up few other notable things about the elegant mare. A lover of music and the performing arts, she was a good singer, and could play the guitar pretty decently.
And boy howdy, as Applejack would say, this mare liked her wine when she had free time. Not to the point of concern or alcoholism, but enough for it to end up in the dossier that Twilight had received.
Additionally, Frazzle had unfortunately been the victim of long-term and repeated sexual harassment from some of the slimier stallions and ‘fuckboys’ that inhabit Manehattan. This was to the point that she swore off stallions completely, while simultaneously NOT hating other stallions by simple association- Twilight honestly couldn’t blame her, and respected her deeply for her stance.
Of course, since Celestia’s Portal project came to fruition, and humans were beginning to immigrate into Equestria and other nations in very limited numbers, Frazzle had found something else to become ‘interested’ in; Men. And thus, she termed herself a xenophile.
Twilight couldn’t see the appeal personally, but since this kind of thing was all above board and legally accepted in Equestria, then who was she to intervene? Anypony was pretty much free to love whomsoever they wanted- no matter what those vile and bigoted so-called nobles said…
If there was one thing that Twilight had inherited from her mentor, it was definitely her hatred of the majority of the noble houses.
Frazzle was looking at her in a questioning manner when Twilight came back to the here and now, but the alicorn smiled and gestured dismissively with a hoof before saying, “Sorry about that, I uh, got lost in thought. Anyway, you can count on me being at your next meeting, though I’ll send you the actual specifics in a letter that I’ll send you tomorrow morning- its been a long day, and I think I could do with a little nap to be honest.”
Frazzle quickly gained a beaming smile and began excitedly prancing in place before she recovered her faculties in front of the grinning Princess. “Um… Of course, don’t let me delay you any further, Princess, I still have a train to catch. In the meantime, I’ll await your letter with bated breath- I’ll see you on Wednesday evening then- take care!”
With that, Frazzle picked up the sceptre in her mouth and trotted happily away towards the railway station, humming a jaunty tune as she did.
Twilight Sparkle stood there as the sun began to set, trying to make sense of the mare that she had been speaking to. Genuinely caring, without a violent bone in her body, and full of so much love for her fellow mares that she shone out like a lighthouse on a storm-wracked sea at night.
Now she truly understood what Rarity had meant when she spoke about this mare.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Hey everyone,
So someone who’d like to remain anonymous asked me if I’d do another one-shot piece regarding why Frazzle, (in my AU,) has permission to keep the Meme Stick known as the Twilicane in her possession.
To keep it short, during the events of “Slice of Life,” Frazzle was in Ponyville to visit another one of my characters, Freya Karisdóttir. Later on, while everypony else was at Cranky and Matilda’s wedding, she found it abandoned in the street and thought she’d take it- frankly, for shits and giggles. At least initially. Turns out the owner didn’t want it anyway, so it was all good in the end.
Please consider this somewhat of a palate cleanser after the feels-heavy piece I made the other day. That hit hard, even for me.
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