The Darker Side of The Pencil

The Covenant Of The Changelings

[Flashback]

I was still 12 years old, it was only three days after the crown of Sombra went missing. My dad is the only pony who would've know where the changelings had taken it, but he was out of the picture. I paced around my bedroom with a stern look when there was a tap on my window. I stopped in place and quickly turned around. I jumped back when I saw a grey, royal guard outside. He had somehow suspended himself on the outside wall of the second floor! He made a gesture to open the window, but I shook my head. Before I said anything else, he picked up a stick to his neck and pretending it was a knife, dragged it across his throat. He threw the twig down and pointed to my mom's room behind me. My eyes widened and I rushed to unlock the bolt in the window. After that, I slid it up and he whispered to me.
"Close ya' door. 'Don't want any pony hearin' us, do ya'?" He spoke with a low, raspy tone. Shocked, I galloped to the door and shut it silently. "That's better." He talked louder this time before climbing through the window. He glared at me straight in the eyes and mumbled, "Scream and ya' dead." I slowed my breathing and asked.
"W-What are you doing here!? Don't you dare come close to me..." He rolled his eyes. (I've been getting that a lot lately, haven't I?)
"Don't worry, kid. I just want to make a deal."
"I'll never make any deals with you!" I hissed.
"I haven't even told ya' about it yet! Who knows, ya' could've just turned down an offer of a million bits and ya' wouldn't even know it!"
I gasped. "I won a million bits!?"
The 'guard' sighed. "Never mind... Anyways, we need ya' help."
"Why me?"
"Ya' father wrote you down as the most qualified replacement for him in his file."
"How'd you get his file!?"
"Ya' askin' too many questions, kid. Just lemme' talk."
"Fine..."
"When ya' get out of school, over the weekends, or whenever ya' can, we need you to gather intel' on the princesses."
"Why would I do that!?"
"If you don't, ya' family gets it." He made the knife gesture again and I cringed.
"But I'd be working for the enemy..."
"Hey, it's your choice. Death to ya' loved ones, or a simple job." I sat there in shock. He opened the window and flew out while saying, "Bring some notes on what they eat to the alleyway behind Sugarcube Corner by this Friday."
The window slammed shut like nothing ever happened.
I didn't know what to say.