It was almost midnight and Sweetie Belle was going around her sister, trying to help her as always. Rarity levitated the long blue fabric she was working on, cutting it in several parts and arranging them over the table.
—Why is this taking you so long?
—I have to take my time with my creations; otherwise they wouldn’t be as magnificent as they are — Rarity answered, slowly, sewing layers of different fabrics together. —And right now I have to work really hard; I cannot waste any more time! Even though I’m kind of tired, I… Sweetie Belle! How many times do I have to tell you! Don’t-eat-in-this-room!
The filly had taken one of the cupcakes her sister had brought form Sugar Cube Corner, dropping crumbs over some precious fabric Rarity was going to use early the next day.
—Can’t you eat properly like a lady, as well? —The older mare took a broom and the fabric with magic.
—Ish noth mah folt! —Sweetie Belle stuttered, dropping even more little pieces of bread and candy to the floor. Rarity began sweeping and hitting her sister softly with the broom. The little one swallowed — I said it’s not my fault!
—Get out! It’s late, go to bed, you little brat!
—Ok, ok! You don’t have to hit me with that!
—And don’t you dare eat those cupcakes on your bed!
Sweetie Belle left the room, muttering, while Rarity cleaned the little mess her messy sister made. Even if she worked so efficiently, why did she have always the deadlines so close? She sighed.
—Don’t worry, Rarity, you can do it, just focus in those dresses. They’re going to look so magnifiques when they’re done! When they’re done… —she closed her eyes for a second—Focus! And you have my permission to stop talking to yourself in the morning…
The white coated mare looked firmly at the sewed fabrics. She looked at them really really closely, as everything turned black.
And then, the music started to play. Kind of dark, calming music with some words in the air. She didn’t pay attention to it, nor to other things that weren’t she. The filly walked down the streets of a dismal city, with whispers going like ghosts through its walls. The look in her eyes roamed over every little thing that was —and that was not— in front of her. There was a strange sense around her, like the one you feel when it’s raining. The air was heavy and cold and it seemed to turn her sight grayer. She stopped next to a streetlamp, leaning on it, waiting for somepony.
—Are you already here, honey? —a white mare asked, walking towards Pinkie with a slow pace. She was wearing a brown dress with yellow frills. Her eyes were colored with the saddest of the grays. —You always come un peu late.
—I felt I should be early this time.
The brown pony hugged her, trying to cheer her up, although her face remained unexpressive. The music still played through the streets, like it was some sort of movie or TV series. They both began walking down the street.
—Madame LeFlour? May I… ask why do we keep changing homes? I mean… Why can’t I…?
—I know what you mean, chérie, but that’s not safe. I know it’s hard for you to forget your own famille, but c’est necessary.
—Yes… Yes, I… I know… — Pinkie stammered. She didn’t like to move from house to house so often, but she was running away. It happened a couple years ago, her father was an honest police officer, a stallion with a strong sense of justice. But the crimes forces are were even stronger. An assassin was paid for killing him as well as his family. Pinkie’s father, mother and sister were killed, but she survived. But the evil guys still looked for the stallion’s younger daughter. That was the reason of the little filly’s misadventure.
Madam LeFlour, the pony in charge of changing Pinkie’s family every time she got discovered, and Pinkie met with another pony near an old wagon. He was a stallion with earth-like colored coat.
—Bonsoir, monsieur Clyde —LeFleur claimed, as the male pony nodded —He’s going to be your new father, honey.
Pinkie walked forwards, but then, the music stopped. Clyde Pie and Madame LeFlour faded into a black shadow, which swallowed almost the whole city, leaving Pinkie alone. She gazed up to the dark skies, crying.
—I wish nopony faces a disgrace like this… An eternal escape from what should be. And I wish… I wish my sister would let me eat cupcakes in her workshop! There are so many things to see there, but I’d like to eat while watching them! —Pinkie’s coat lighted up until it was completely white and her mane progressively turned to grayish tones of pink and purple. —I’d like to use some of her fabrics as well. Those are sooo pretty! I think she can afford to share some of it…—A horn appeared on her forehead and her voice became… squeakier. —And if she complains about me not helping her… well… she could teach me some Raritiness to do or something!
Pinkie-Belle grew up until she had the size of a building. She opened her mouth and muffins began falling from inside of it. A grey-coated mare with golden mane fell as well. The streets became chocolate milk and the background music started again, this time a lot happier and faster. Pinkie-Belle began melting and transforming into bubbles, inside each of them a little Pinkie-Belle stood. They all stared at some point in space, where all the reality was flowing into a white infinity.
And then Rarity woke up.
—For Celestia… that didn’t have any sense at all. A quite strange dream… It was because all the pastries I ate? Or because all the work I did not do?
“Are you speaking to yourself again, Rarity?”
—No, I’m not speaking to myself again, inner Rarity.
—Are you… speaking to yourself again, Rarity?
—No, I’m not speaking to myself again, outer Sweetie Belle.
The fashionista turned over, seeing her little sister standing in the entrance of her room, looking back at her.
—Are you ok, sis? —the filly asked, kind of flummoxed.
—Yes, yes, I just had a… weird dream. It was about Pinkie Pie… and you suddenly… —Rarity moved her right hoof in circle while scratching her head with the other —Oh, forget it. —Her curiosity had just been suddenly awakened by Rainbow Dash’s suspicious of Pinkie’s past. Rarity thought she had to find out the truth, even if she had to put her work aside. Maybe that was the reason of her not getting her commissions on time —I’m sorry, my dear, I need to go now.
—I don’t get it —The Crusader said, leaning her head and raising an eyebrow while her sister walked out of the room —May I play with your things?
—Of course not. Wait —the unicorn stopped right after she opened the front door of the boutique. — Pinkie once told you about her getting her cutie mark, right?
—Uhm… yeeah… why?
—What did she say to you?—Rarity approached her sister, expecting her story to be a bit more interesting than what she already knew.
—Well… She used to live at a rock farm… —Sweetie Belle looked very busy recalling Pinkie’s words, as her face frown trying to remember — with her parents and her sisters… Then the rainbow thing happened and she…
—Hold on… You said… “Sisters”? Plural? —When Rarity went to the farm, she could only see one sister, Blinkie was her name, Rarity thought. There was no sign of any other sibling. Where was she, then?
—Yeah… I think… —Sweetie Belle frowned again, trying harder.
—That’s it! Thanks, Sweetie! — Rarity kissed her sister’s forehead —And don’t mess with my stuff while I’m out.
—B-but…!
Yes, this is kind of random, I honestly forgot what Rarity's dream was going to be about XD I hope you enjoy it... If not, tell me what did you not enjoy or how can I improve my writing ^^