“Long story. I… well, Sunset tried to write to you about it. Never heard back.” She said with a sigh as she sat down where she stood, looking over Midnight. “You look good. What’s with the sexy dominatrix looking getup?”
“I’m…a Queen now.” she reasoned. “Queens dress more intimidating than Princesses. I don’t do my own wardrobe,” she dismissed it. “Look, I–”
She didn’t recall the letters. That tugged at her. Hard. How could she have not gotten Sunset’s letters about this. She was sure the demon form was taken care of? Was she stuck like this? The way Midnight was in her form?
“also have a long story to tell. Looks like a lot has happened, Sunset. Do you go by Sunset still?”
Truth be told, they could really use someone like Sunset back in Equestria right now. Just not…in the shape she was in.
“Nope. Sunset’s dead.” Shimmer said, the smallest amount of sadness in her voice. “The stress of her situation got to her and she slit her own wrists.” Shimmer raised a hand and trailed a fingertip down her left arm, from the wrist to the elbow.
“You never answered back, her friends ditched her at her lowest point, and it’s not like she could go back to Equestria. Not with her fear of Celestia still there. The name’s Shimmer, by the way.”
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