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In a dark office next to a quiet newsroom, Spotlight Splash stared out her window and sighed. Before her, Manehattan spread out like a glittering tapestry, each twinkling light a story as yet untold. Behind her, her little brother Rocket Tier shuffled through a file cabinet, humming a tune as he searched for some piece of evidence either of them might have missed.
"It's hard not to be romantic about journalism," Spotlight murmured. "This kind of thing, it's fun for the readers. It sells papers and ad space... doesn't mean anything."
Rocket glanced up from a stuffed manila folder, a confused crinkle in his brow. "Spotlight, we just hit our one hundredth episode followup."
"And what's the point?"
Rocket stumbled over his reply, seemingly perturbed by his big sister's toneless retort. "W-Well, that's a lot, isn't it?"
Spotlight turned to him, her shoulders sagging from the effort. "Rocket, I've been doing this for... I've been in this game a long time. I'm not in it for a lot of readers, and I'm not in it for an award. That's when ponies get hurt. If we don't get it right where it counts, they'll dismiss us."
"Spotlight..."
She faced the window again, pressing her forehead against the glass. In the darkness beneath her eyelids, a face--his damnable face--haunted her. "I know this guy. I know the way he thinks, and he will erase us. And everything we've done here... none of it will matter. Any other blog author does a followup, good for them. They're getting hits, they're bringing in a good crowd. But if we get him out, on our budget, just the two of us... we'll have changed the game. And that's what I want."
She opened her eyes, then narrowed them. The city blinked back at her, hopeful and bright.
My name is Aquaman, this is the "Buckball Season" episode followup, and in case you even have to ask: duh, I'm stoked for this one. Let's get to work.
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