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“Manehattan…”
“The city that never sleeps, the place where it never stops raining, and the constant pall of smoke from the factories threatens to choke you out like a murderer’s vice-grip around your throat.”
“And that’s just the city. The populace is worse.”
“Sleazy, two-bit stallions always on the take, and rich dames running everything behind the scenes and pulling at the strings. City Hall is bucked, and the police are corrupt.”
“I’ll admit, there are so many other ponies just trying to make an honest living, yet this vile city screws them over, runs their pockets and eats them alive like collateral damage in the fight for supremacy for this benighted old town.”
“Many ponies call this place hell.”
“I call it home.”
“The name’s Frazzle, but the few friends I got these days just call me Razz. It’s… It’s more than I deserve.”
“I didn’t choose the life I got, I was coerced into it at the point of honeyed words and lofty promises. In hindsight, it seems that I shouldn’t have listened.”
“The life of a private investigator is… rough.”
“Constantly slipping through the alleys and backstreets under the cover of night, the pouring rain slowly seeping into my bones - taking my energy and sanity with it, dumping it all in the sewers. When I’m not in the field, my days are spent studying paperwork, chasing leads, and drinking to forget that I exist.”
“Many mornings, I kinda wished I hadn’t even woken up at all. Cheap whiskey and cheaper cigarettes will do that to you in time, as sure as a bullet will do it instantly.”
“My business in this cesspool of a city is finding missing ponies. And more often than not, I find them.”
“Whether or not finding that pony later involves a funeral for them ain’t my problem. This is why I get paid upfront - no bits, no service. It even says that on my office door.”
“But tonight, I ain’t got no job. I just wanted to get out of that stuffy office and just be alone for a while with a few friends. Namely, my cigarettes, hip flask, and revolver.”
“So tonight, I’ll wander this polluted city, and slip through the place like a ghost, the only thing to denote that I’d ever been there will be a trail of wet cigarette butts- then I’ll trudge back to my office, try to sleep, fail, and do it all over again tomorrow.”
“In a place like this, all you can hope to do is survive long enough to see a better day. Because here in Manehattan, the biggest hell-hole in Equestria- there’s no guarantee that you will…”
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Hey everyone,
Thought I’d try something a little different with this one - as a little nod of respect to film noir, one of my favourite genres of movies.
Yes, this piece is NON-CANON to my Alternate Universe, and it was just done as a bit of fun. In this piece, Frazzle is a hard-boiled private investigator, living in a horrible dystopian version of Manehattan. Here, the once friendly and loving mare has become cynical, facetious, and absolutely done with life at this point. A far cry indeed from her normal jovial self.
It’s not a storyline I wish to continue further at the moment, though that may change in the future if I become more confident with my writing.
I will say, though, I really enjoyed putting the pic together. That was hella fun!
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