My Little Pony: A New Generation-Remake!(Ocs inserted)

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Snap to an overhead shot of the same room some years later, as evidenced by the change in furniture and overall tidiness. The seven toy ponies have been shifted to the same shelf on which the lantern sits, and a digital alarm clock occupies their former spot on the nightstand.

The pictures above the bed have been switched out for a flag that bears the sun cutie mark of Princess Celestia. Sunny snores heartily under a bunched-up blanket, with the journal lying at one edge.

The alarm ticks over to 7:00 and starts to beep, only to be promptly shut off by a hoof tapping on its button. She sits up in bed, now a mare instead of a filly, and displays both an eager smile and a badly frizzed-out, flyaway mane.

One cavernous yawn and joint-popping stretch later, she is on her hooves and stepping across the room to eye a calendar taped to a full-length mirror propped against one wall.

Her gaze flicks past rows of crossed-out days and the activities written in for them, stopping on one box adorned with a quartet of glittery stickers—sun, heart, two stars.

Anticipatory glee yields to consternation once she gets a good look at herself in the mirror and blows a stray magenta strand away from her eye.

A nightstand drawer is swiftly opened to reveal hundreds of rubber bands, one of which is quickly snapped on to secure the end of her mane in a single long braid.

Next a saddlebag is settled into place on the left flank, resting ahead of a tail that is now properly combed out. The bag is sky-blue, sporting a lighter blue-green flap cover emblazoned with Twilight’s cutie mark; it is held in place by two straps, one around the midsection and a second one encircling her neck.

Pinned to this latter are four buttons that show the cutie marks of Twilight, Rose Fluttershy, and Rainbow. Sunny gives her reflection an approving nod, having applied a second rubber band farther up the length of her braid, as morning light filters through her closed curtains.

Cut to the lantern room of the lighthouse as she rides its lift platform up into view.

The toys from her youth have been replaced by a mishmash of loaded bulletin boards, taped-up papers connected by strings, houseplants, books, and arts-and-crafts supplies on the table where she and the colts played.

A large spherical beacon rests directly above it in a support frame, a detail not revealed by the camera placement in the prologue.

One of the boards shows a large photograph of an imposing glass-fronted building topped by a gigantic replica of Phyllis’s glasses; tacked up next to it is a flyer for an annual show at Canterlogic, which boasts a logo of that mare’s eyewear and mane with the silhouette of a building worked into the hairline.

Sunny’s pass by the board gives a view of her cutie mark: three pink stars, one larger than the others and with a two-tone blue contrail.

Now at the table, she puts the finishing touches on a sheet and lifts it; the camera is positioned so that none of the contents are visible for the moment.

Sunny: “Perfect.”

It is promptly folded up and slid into the saddlebag, the flap comes down, and an instant later she is descending via the lift into the study/kitchen.

She trots confidently toward the front door, passing Argyle’s worktable—but he is not there.

Resting on it among the artifacts and ancient literature are his wooden pendant, a framed photo of him, and his glasses in an open case.