The word was a familiar one. It was, in fact, a word her father used quite often, for all sorts of reasons, generally with ponies who had genuine fear of hearing it and would do just about anything to change the word into its opposite. But on this occasion, sitting on different sides of the far corner for a dinner table which sometimes seemed much too long for just two, he had said it to her, and that was something Diamond simply refused to accept. So she went into her internal arsenal and headed directly for the heaviest weaponry she possessed, for dealing with that word wasn't going to be a casual exercise.
She put on the pout, let her lower lip tremble as she planted her forehooves on the edge of the table (in defiance of all etiquette, but it was a private dinner, as it almost always was), and squeezed her eyes tightly shut in the hopes of forcing out a tear, or at least something which could serve as such until her father had cause to glance away and she got a chance to go for the water mug.
"...no?" Diamond expertly whimpered. "But... daddy... she's being unfair... she doesn't have any right..."
She was angry, of course, but she had no intention of showing it. Her father didn't say "No" to her -- well, all right, there were times when he did and those seemed to be experiencing a disturbing increase in frequency, but she could still talk him out of so many if she really tried and he just had to see that this should be one of them. And the truth was that she had a very hard-working daddy, at least when it came to supervising all the efforts so many ponies went through to keep him (and her) on top. It made him tired, she knew it did, and there were times when he would half-limp through the door, dragging his legs under the burden of so much responsibility for making sure everypony else did the work, or at least that was how Diamond saw it and she was pretty much always right. On those nights, she would quietly cuddle up to him, let him read to her because even if the stories were stupid, her father wasn't and she knew reading aloud made him feel better.
When you were tired, you could make a mistake, one you normally wouldn't make when you were fully alert. Her father was tired and had made a mistake, and he was tired because he worked so hard. He did so much work because he loved her. All she had to do was make him see that it had been a mistake. Because he was tired. And then after he'd fixed everything, she'd let him read to her.
"Cheerilee has every right to make you change desks," her father stupidly insisted, which meant he was really tired.
"No, she doesn't."
There were bags under his eyes: she'd just noticed that. "And what makes you say that, Diamond?"
Her poor weary daddy. She would really have to spell it out for him: clearly asking him to do any part of the work was simply too much. "Because she's..." Diamond concentrated hard, which helped with the fake tears. "...assuming executive powers which have no basis in previously established policy!"
The exhaustion was also making his blinks extra-slow. "...what?"
"Daddy, when we came in for the first day of the semester, she let us pick our own desks! That means she was -- giving over the power of choice to us! And once she does that, forcing me to change my desk is claiming she has an unenforceable right to do just that! You can't say ponies are allowed to decide something for themselves one day and then take it back the next! It's -- basic student rights! She's overstepping her bounds!" Thoughtfully, "I bet the school board could even impeach -- I mean fire her for that..."
Her father stared at her. She promptly decided it was with pride.
"I think," he wearily said, "I've been letting you read too many newspapers."
"But there was this really interesting article on how the annual Return Day eclipses are actually a plot by the Princesses to --"
"-- and from the wrong publisher," he sighed. "Diamond... the school board is not going to fire Miss Cheerilee because she told you to change your desk. Not if you were passing notes. And this isn't the first time you've been caught passing them. It isn't the first time..." The tired eyelids sagged, momentarily closed. "...for a lot of things."
How did he know about that? She'd taken the letter which the teacher had ordered her to give her parent, reworked it so carefully as to remove any cause, made it look as if Cheerilee was just ordering the desk change because she was being mean and thus make her father rise to defend her like he always did... "I -- I didn't..."
His left front hoof pushed aside a napkin he'd been avoiding through the entire meal. There was a letter underneath. A letter displaying very familiar mouthwriting.
"Private courier," he sighed. "I paid her back the expense, of course: it cost her far too much to hire a pegasus just to carry this across town, but she wanted the security and now I can see why."
The lip quivering was starting to accelerate. Diamond was proud of her own acting abilities, and kept telling herself that because feeling as if it was anything other than acting was going to a bad place -- or that the place was heading towards her, galloping closer at speed and she was accelerating, running away as fast as she could, but it was following her and
my daddy doesn't believe me? Over everypony else?
And there was the tear she'd needed so badly at the start.
Stupid thing. Late to every need.
The table was too big. The room was too big. Her father was so very big and she...
"I deal with a lot of ponies, Diamond," her father said, and she wondered at the sorrow in his voice, considered whether it was something she could fake during the eventual rebuttal. "And the thing about having a retail business... is that I have to keep dealing with them. Oh, I can afford to drop the occasional supplier if I'm truly having issues and losing a customer here and there doesn't sting that badly. But at the same time, there are limits. And because I know what those limits are -- because I care not only about my business, but the ponies who make it work -- I do my best to get along with everypony. I don't sell much in the way of specialty products, you know... most of what we carry is available from others: sometimes at the same price, or just a tenth-bit more. Even a little cheaper now and again. Customers have options for where they want to spend their bits, when things aren't scarce or exclusive... and customers are fickle things, Diamond. They can find so many excuses for not spending. So many easy ones, invented for no real reason at all -- or ones which are all too real."
She didn't understand. "But this is about my desk...!"
"Ponyville business is off." The tired eyes would not leave her face, wouldn't slip away no matter how many tears lubricated the trail. "Not by enough to hurt, not yet -- but enough to fret about. I've been spending extra hours in that store, trying to find out what's been going on. And what I've noticed is that certain regular customers have gone missing. Do you know what they all have in common, Diamond?"
"...I wasn't passing notes, she was lying, she just wants to -- wants to --"
"-- you. The common element is you."
"-- see you -- because she's -- she..."
He gently reared back, carefully reached down and pressed her tiara between his front hooves, removed it and set it on the table. And as he spoke, he rubbed the base of her ears as he'd done when she was just a foal.
"The Apples still do business with me, at least in that they'll sell to me and nopony has suggested breaking the contract -- a contract they no longer have any legal obligation to honor, not after all those years. A verbal agreement with no force behind it other than their own dedication to keeping such. I respect that, Diamond. But nopony in the family will shop at my store. I used to see them every three days or so, and they haven't been in for weeks."
It gave her an opening. "Apple Bloom!" She hated to even say that name, but this was desperation and such called for sacrifice. "It was her -- she must have been --"
"-- that blonde pegasus mare with the unicorn filly... oh, what was her name, she's so distinctive, even beautiful in some ways... I wish I'd learned her name. I could learn it now, in moments, just by asking the right ponies. But I haven't seen her either. Not since the first rumor of what you whispered about her reached my own ears. I'm guessing they had already found hers."
Her daddy had just said a mare was beautiful. Diamond surged past mere desperation in a single shove and landed dead-center in the realm of fear. "She's just being stupid, being mean, she hates me because my eyes aren't --"
"-- let's see... who else? Pipsqueak's parents. Featherweight's. The Belles, all of them. In fact, just about everypony who's related to one of your classmates has chosen to shop elsewhere, with the exception of Silver Spoon's family. But it doesn't stop there. I recognized a few other faces through the vacuum of their absence. There were a number from that party which you insisted you were old enough to attend with me, the one where you hung around with a few of the older fillies and colts, then denied every word they carried back..."
He had never looked so tired.
Diamond was going to let him read to her for hours.
"And I believed you," her father sadly said. "Because I can compare numbers and sales reports and regional trends from every settled zone, but I don't want to contrast what my daughter said on the prior occasion to what just emerged on this one. Because it's so easy to believe in persecution and conspiracy, and I may be reading too many of the wrong newspapers while trying to figure out what's actually happening across the continent and how it might affect business. And I do believe that many of your classmates don't like you, Diamond, and some of them might even be actively acting against you. It's just that... lately, I've been starting to wonder about the cause. Because some ponies do attract trouble. There is such a thing as a repeatedly innocent victim who truly never means any harm and never experiences anything but. Some ponies have hard destinies that way. I -- we named you Diamond in the hopes of protecting you against that, did I ever tell you? We wanted you to be unbreakable. I never thought that it would make you spend your life proving just how hard you are by scratching everypony else..."
She tried to find somepony she could blame. It wasn't hard: one -- two -- had just been offered up to her. Two ponies she could use to prove that none of it had ever been her fault.
But one of those ponies was her father. And the other...
He saved her the effort.
"Names are destiny, they say," he said --
-- and the rubbing stopped.
"...daddy?"
He then saved her the trouble.
"Maybe it is my fault, in some ways," he said, and she wondered when he'd found time to dab at his own water mug, apply the results to his face. "Not just the name... but through saying my daughter was... anything other than what other ponies said. Because she was --"
was?
"-- my daughter, and..."
He pushed himself away from the table. Stood up.
"It's a week, Diamond," he quietly told her. "You can live with sitting somewhere else for a week. You'll still see Silver, you won't be grounded or anything else. It's just a change of desks. I'm not going to the school board. I'm not threatening to sue, because the district seems to have stopped buying supplies from me and I'd been wondering why. I can always offend a few suppliers here, a customer or two there, and not worry too much about it because some ponies will simply take offense no matter what I do... but never all, Diamond. Not even most, or a little less than half. And the thing is... I'm starting to wonder if it's about what I do any more. About how long that hasn't been the case. How long it's actually been all about..."
He just looked at her, then. She couldn't look at him. She looked at his water mug instead, and found the level had never changed.
"We'll talk," he said. "After the semester ends. After I sort some things out. But for now... Diamond... when you try to use me like this... you want it so that when you speak, ponies hear me. See me standing behind you. And you know something? They do, Diamond. They truly do..."
He walked away. It wasn't even a trot, and every leg dragged in turn.
It was just her at a table which was far too large, where two occupants was generally the most which could be hoped for, the most she ever wanted if Silver wasn't the third and even then, she never wanted her friend sitting too close because this was her daddy and the prospect of adding a permanent bench was...
...was.
Daddy always wins because he loves me.
Daddy always fights because he loves me.
Loves me.
And her daddy didn't want to fight.
...was.
She...
...had a week. That was good. A week was a long time. A lot of things could happen in a week. Maybe she could find the right words during a seven-day hunt, or there would be something which would distract him, maybe business coming back because she could threaten some of the ponies in her class and make them send their parents to the store, couldn't she? Surely that had to work.
Except that... what was she supposed to do? Follow them home? Make sure they got the adults out and spending bits? Trail them until every fraction of lost revenue had been made up for? It was just her and Silver, and he'd mentioned so many names... seven days wasn't enough to cover them all. No, it was best to think of excuses, something which was so easy because her father always backed her up except for the few times he hadn't and this was one of them, she was on her own and Silver couldn't do anything to help her, not with this and her daddy
isn't fighting.
Because he
had to see how good she was. She had to prove that for some stupid reason. And what was the best way to prove she was a good daughter? Through being a good student. If she passed all her finals, he would see everything bad anypony said about her was lies. Good grades, therefore, good daughter. That was it exactly. She had her way out plus seven days to think of ways to make it even better. With that kind of lead time and her own perfection brought to bear against the problem plus whatever Silver might incidentally contribute and Diamond would have thought of anyway, there was no way she wasn't going to win this one too. And once her father had seen that, he would believe her again. Fight for her. And -- everything else.
Which meant the very first thing to face was passing.
And she wasn't going to sit next to Silver for the rest of the semester. She was stuck with Snips and Snails. Quite possibly the two dumbest colts in the history of Equestria, boys for whom the term 'morons' had first been invented and then discarded because it was simply inadequate to the task. Copying off Snips and Snails was a guaranteed way of making everything worse.
It was a problem. But it was a problem which she was practically born to solve. She had to delegate again, just like her daddy did. And then he would see just how good she was. How good she had been all along, and always would be, because she had solved things his way.
I have to make them study. Get them up to a place where I can cheat off them and be safe.
Forget problem: this was going to be a challenge. Quite possibly the challenge of her life. The hardest thing ever done in that history of Equestria and anything in the textbooks was now just a deliberate overstatement, because it wasn't as if she could just blast the two colts with the dumb Elements and make them smart.
(She thought about that for a few seconds and came up with several possible, mostly bribe-based ways of getting into the vault, but none which instantly granted her four extra ponies. Still, she could always try to wear five necklaces at once and in the name of not removing her tiara, she supposed Silver could have the dumb crown, if only just long enough for it to work...)
So there it was. Get Snips and Snails to study, copy off their papers, and in any spare time which might exist, create lies for backup, something she was already good at. And then everything would work out.
Diamond forced herself to finish dinner. She was going to need the strength from every bite.
It took two solitary hours. Every time she looked at it, her dumb food kept getting too soggy to chew.
Oh. Huh. Always a funny feeling when someone updates as you read...
In any case, excellently done here. I'm sensing a theme of consequences throughout the story, of karmic and social debt that needs to be paid. And Diamond's still trying to cook the books, because that's always worked, and the idea of it not is tantamount to Armageddon. And somewhere in there, a filly is crying because, as far as she can tell, her daddy doesn't love her anymore.
Fantastic work. Eagerly looking forward to more.
I like this version of Diamond Tiara. Well, not exactly, she's a pony I would line up and pay good money to hate, but I like the fact that you wrote her that way. No moral ambiguity, no grey areas, just a thoroughly despicable pony who's about to get four seasons worth of karma in the neck.
I enjoy your borrowing of the novel's name. heh.
I'll be coming back. Will be interesting to see how you proceed. I can see Diamond Tiara actually learning the information as she works harder than she ever has in her life to get Snips and Snails to understand it.
I'm a fan of bad girls gone good, but only if the reformation is caused by building a good foundation for the change.
I never did write that post I promised in your 50 thoughts blog, about Cheerilee and Diamond Tiara, did I? Oh well...
Anyways, I was a bit worried going into this fic, I admit.
Having read "While Their Name's Still Spoken", I wasn't too fond of how you characterized Diamond in that story. And seeing 4506520's post worried me as well.
And... it seems my worry was misplaced.
I think you're actually pretty fair with Diamond in this fic, She sounds and acts like a spoiled brat would, with the addition of actually having the power to get things her way(even if it's exaggerated a bit, given her age). And it's not like in the formerly mentioned fic where DT was implied to be just using Silver Spoon, as we in this fic see that she actually values her very much, second only to her Father(not counting herself, of course ).
In essence, this story shows what can happen to a person(pony?) if they get spoiled too much. It's a sad -- but real-- phenomenon, and I do hope she gets out of it(a least somewhat) by the end of this fic.
I do however hope that she doesn't get too much of a "come-comeuppance", as I tend to see in a fair bit of stories around these parts. It is after all important to remember that she is a child, and simply cannot grasp reality very well yet, including concepts such as "consequence" and "perspective".
Whew. Apparently I do have a lot to say about Diamond Tiara
~Sind
Oh, and also, the line
suffers from a severe case of "stating the obvious", which is very rarely good for the narrative.
(or, another way of saying it, this line seems to be told in a third person omniscient voice, whereas the rest of the story is written from a third person personal perspective, and it comes off as somewhat jarring)
Hmm. This was a lot deeper than I expected it to be, I'll admit. Well done.
Why am I feeling sympathy for Diamond?
I was just about heading up for the night, when I saw this in the frature box... and saw the author. And promptly thought, welll, there goes that then...
Excellently done! I am veyr much looking forward to see where this is going (not least for the moment Diamond actually has to face the consequences of her actions, not too mention the inevitable hilarity of her trying to get Snips and Snails to study..!)
There's been a sort of rash of these DT fics suddenly, unless it's just me. Oddly enough, considering DT is not among my favourite ponies, I find I am enjoying the surge.
I especially like it that DT obviously loves her daddy, even as narcissistic as she is, but goddesses help him when she finally decides that he's an enemy.
My god! This is one of the most delusional perspectives I've ever read. Bravo! I bow to you! She might even learn something. But probably not. And it's kinda sad how lonely her dad is. Just bad parenting.
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You know, I'm also feeling sympathy for Diamond. She's clearly a little terror, but the self-delusion and fragility on display in her internal monologue is more sad than anything else. And that focus on the number of ponies at the dinner table suggests she is having a hard time dealing with her missing mother. She probably needs counseling as much or more than she needs to be punished for her misdeeds.
Also, I am loving the portrayal of Filthy. I want to hug him or buy him a beer or something.
Oh ho ho.
I just realised that you put Truffle right next to Silver Spoon, you sly dog you.
Man. I bet when this is all over with, the one pony most happy for a summer vacation will be Cheerilee.
4506947 Celestia save us from fanfic justice!
Yeah, I think this is definitely an interesting take on DT. I also love how in pony society, a child arguing they have individual political rights is good evidence that they child has become corrupted with troublesome ideas. ("What's next daughter, you're going to listen to that tabloid rag that says we should have a constitution!")
You know, seeing the premise, I am reminded of a Timon and Pumbaa show episode, where Timon goes to spectacular lengths to try and evade a test of manhood. By the end of it, he's gone to such spectacular lengths that the test of manhood would have been nothing in comparison. As Timon puts it near the episode's end, 'It's just too much hard work avoiding hard work'. I expect that, towards the end of this story, Diamond Tiara may come to a similar conclusion.l
Hey, up to 30 stories!
Someday I'm going to send an expedition team into your mind, to figure out where you keep getting these ideas from. Then we'll move the multinational corporations in and ruthlessly extract them.
It will be like Nigeria, except with ponies, instead of oil.
And probably some other significant differences that I can't be bothered to research.
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Agreed!
You know, if you really get down to it, Diamond is actually a quite intelligent child. She readily identifies her problems and puts a lot of planning into solving them. I wouldn't be surprised if she could do all this schoolwork herself easily, it's just that she doesn't want to.
Maybe this is a step too far, but I'm wondering if part of that is influenced by her relationship to Silver Spoon. Yes, Diamond is using her to do her work for her; yes, Diamond considers being studious and diligent nerdy; but what would happen if Diamond actually did start to do all her work herself? Where would that leave Silver Spoon? We're all very ready to think of her as victim in this, but maybe they keep this dynamic in place because changing it would upset their friendship (or so they fear)? I'm wondering if Diamond is also subconsciously avoiding education because Silver Spoon is the "smart" one of them, and she doesn't want to take it away from her.
Lastly: Aw, no romance tag? Bummer. The dorks and bullies just fit so well together in my mind^^
"...boys for whom the term 'morons' had first been invented and then discarded because it was simply inadequate to the task..."
That tickled me.
I like how Diamond Tiara is so wrapped up in her new "philosophy" that she would sooner educate two super-morons for the purpose of cheating off of them rather than simply educate herself.
I also have a glimmer of a suspicion how that story might end: in success and accolades!
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This really is clever and has a good portrayal of DT's thought process. Plus she is fairly clever but her efforts are so hyper-focused that she's going to far more extreme lengths to do things her way as opposed to the much simpler way. the story set-up is primed and ready to go at this point and I can't wait to read more... except that I will wait... it's 11 pm and I have a plane to catch tomorrow.
whatever. good story, will read more.
I'm guessing he's talking about that grey pony whose name he doesn't know.....
That last line is so saaad!
I could really feel what she's going through.
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It sounds to me like she's fallen into her mark. Hopefully her father can help her climb back out...
that part about using the Elements to make Snips and Snails smarter made me think of a rather violent story called "hard reset"...there's a scene where Twilight tries to use them all by herself-with rather unpleasant results.
i also recall a story where Diamond Tiara had so many complaints filed against her that Celestia used a "reforming spell" on her...which, in that story, would make her feel what her victims felt, until she set things right.
You know, it's odd: reading one of your DT stories for the first time, after four bizarre years here in the states, I feel almost compelled to devote more than the usual effort to understanding Diamond's psyche and motivations. As someone on the outside looking in, and an autistic someone at that, I often struggle to understand why people do the things that they do. I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but I guess the long and short of it is, I feel like I have 400,000 reasons to try to better understand the mind of a narcissist. Even if the narcissist in question is a pink cartoon filly.
Holy bloody crap! This chapter! You can really feel the disappointment and exhaustion in Rich's words. Holy smokey crap!