Princess Barbara went to Hoovel Town to investigate strange random situations. Meaning that there were winged sports balls, barking sludge, and apparently…dragons vomiting apple cider. As weird as it was, it wasn’t typical Dracken Clipso days so even the realm wasn’t that crazy. She didn’t want to attract too much attention so she left her tiara behind.

She still stood out as the only individual walking on two legs. She walked to find Scooper, a pony who she knew could inform her. Finding the house, she walked in. There was a white stallion with jet black mane and tail. He had a camera taint mark. That’s the pony.

He was busy using a type printer. “Ah, hello?” Barbara called. The stallion looked up at her nonchalantly. “Are you the intern I called for?” He asked.

“No, I’m here to offer you something”.

The stallion burst with laughter. Barbara raised an eyebrow. “What? A carrot? You two-legged walkers are still racist”.

“I was going to offer you a scoop on the random yet strange happenings coming from all over the province”, Barbara explained.

Scooper lifted his head to the redhead. “I’m listening”.

“As random as the occurrences are, they still have a reason why they are happening. Meaning that either this is a prank or it is being caused by a sorcerer who isn’t being careful with their magic”.

The stallion scrunched his nose, then attempted to scratch his chin (then paused, realized he could not scratch his chin, then pretended to take down notes).

“Interesting theory, do you have anything to prove you are on the right track?”

“I have a feather”, she answered as she pulled out a single feather from her bag. Scooper stared at her with the face of someone watching a hopeless fool.

“Oh, you trying to be funny?”

Barbara seemed like she wanted to groan in frustration. “Just take a look at this feather—”

“No way! You know bird feathers have lice”, Scooper said trying to swat the ‘evidence’ away with his hoof.

“Exactly!” Barbara exclaimed. “Wild bird feathers contain lice, but in the strange happenings, the feathers that are left in the scene are completely lice-free. And the scent is men’s cologne, plus the feathers don’t smell like they belong to any kind of wild bird”.

Meanwhile at the Troll Border

BoyWithUke was traveling on his bus tour. With the manager and cameraman filming him advertising the bus. Then as it was time to pass, they used the Tagtoll. Then out of nowhere, there was a rocking and then everything rotated around the artist.

Then the rocking paused when it felt like the bus fell to the ground and crashed front first. His head was hit by the bathroom door knob.

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Darkness, then eyelids opened to find himself being sniffed at by a rabbit. To him, it seemed like an unknown large rodent so he waved his arms around in panic. He sat up and then quickly distanced himself from it. It was a bunny, as cute as it was with its white fur and pink nose, he still stood up in fear. He looked at his surroundings, a meadow.

The irony is after you just released a song that was named Migraine…literally.

A meadow? Dumbass

Would you have already noticed some pony staring at you? Or are you still thinking like a Disney princess lost in the woods?

He looked ahead of him to find a pony, a yellow, and pink mane and tail, turquoise eyes, and…butterfly tattoo.

A single sweat ran down her face. BoyWithUke moved his leg to step forward but froze. He felt like the wind was brushing against his face.

Because you’re not, genius!

This pony was the first person in this century to see his actual face. The pony was trembling at the sight of him. He held up his hands to say:

Don’t tell anyone. Don’t tell anyone!

The mare didn’t break eye contact with BoyWithUke and vice versa. The pony saw something on him.

“Bleeding”, she spoke in a soft, gentle voice. The artist’s blank white eyes formed to look like he was confused. He felt a sting, noticing thick liquid falling from his forehead.

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“Follow me, I’ll take care of you”. She waved her hoof to signal the singer to follow her.

BoyWithUke walked forward. His brain was on autopilot, and it felt like his legs were taking full control.

Okay, so you’re gonna follow a pony you just met a minute ago to…where exactly? I can’t wait to say ‘I told you so’ if she reveals herself to be a serial killer.

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Barbara went deep into the forest. She used her heightened vampire senses to track the scent of the culprit behind the chaos. Deep into the forest, her tracking was, unfortunately, becoming harder to track because of the smoke.

“What a minute…this is exactly the kind of smell that comes from a car that crashed…O.M.P!”

She ran to the direction of the smoke. She stopped at a sight she suspected. Although she didn’t expect the vehicle to be a bus, she still rushed to see if the driver and passengers were still alive. She opened the door and noticed about four people lying on the bus ground. No time was wasted as she pulled everyone out. Her vampire strength made it convenient for her to carry more than one body. Laying them on the ground, she tried giving them CPR. With every failed attempt, she would place her head onto their chest area. Trying harder, she successfully caused them to gasp and cough for oxygen. She sat back and sighed in relief.

She pulled out a flask full of fresh pure cave water. Offering it to them. “Bonjour, are you all alright?”

The individual looked at their surroundings and then at the woman. “What happened?” She asked.

“We were driving to the Galloping Gala festival, where we would get BoyWithUke to rehearse while we still had time”. The bald troll answered.

“BoyWithUke???”

“Yes”.

“The TikTok star BoyWithUke?”

“Yes”.

“The ukulele musician?”

“Yes”.

“One of the most popular masked artists in this century?”

Barbara smiled a bit. “This is the best day ever!”.

All four people stared at her in shock. Barbara muttered a curse word. “I didn’t mean you guys driving off a cliff and crashing down (literally). I meant that I’m glad to have run into you because I’m a fan and…”.

Barbara realized something. “Wait…where is the musician? I only saw you guys in that bus”.

The bald troll seemed to realize their star singer was nowhere to be seen.

“Boy? Uki?” The bald troll called. Barbara saw them as a distraction from her current case.

“I’m sure he went to get help, he probably found a town nearby, let’s go. I’ll take you somewhere safe”.

As she walked with the group, she noticed how faint the smell of her suspect was as she walked back to town. For now, she just needs to get them to a town where they can call an ambulance or cops.