“Rarity, what are we going to do tonight?”
“The same thing you should do every night, Sweetie Belle: go to sleep already!”
It was very late in the evening, but Sweetie Belle still refused to go to sleep. She was loitering around the Carousel Boutique, involuntarily destroying almost everything in her sister's workshop that she could touch. Rarity was already fed up with her sister's clumsiness and tried to get her to go to sleep, but with no success.
“But it's still early! I could help you with your work a little,” whined the filly.
“No! Got to your bedroom!” the mare ordered.
“I love you!”
Sweetie Belle stopped unwinding a big roll of thread and walked towards her room with resigned look on her face. Rarity sighed and went directly to bed, without bothering with cleaning up anything of the mess her sister did.
The sound that woke Rarity up next morning, was not the sound of her alarm clock.
“Hey Rarity! It's morning already! Can I help you now?”
Sweetie Belle was jumping energetically around in Rarity's bedroom.
“Sweetie Belle, calm down!” said Rarity half-asleep. “Have you eaten any breakfast, for instance?”
“Good idea! Initiating breakfast preparation sequence!”
Sweetie Belle hopped towards the door, when suddenly she stepped on the roll of thread she was playing with yesterday. She slipped and fell down. All Rarity could hear was a loud thud, preceded by cracking noise.
“Ouch! It hurts!” Sweetie Belle started to cry, lying on the floor. “I think I broke my leg!”
Rarity jumped out of bed. “Of all possible things that could happen in the morning, this is... THE SECOND! WORST! POSSIBLE! THING!”
“What's the first?” asked the filly.
“Oh, it's losing my fake eyelashes. But enough of this conversation, I'm gonna save you, girl!”
With a skill of an experienced war veteran, she put the injured filly on her back and trotted outside.
Meanwhile, in a certain basement...
“Bon-Bon, we have a problem. I've got an urgent alert from Sweetie Belle's wireless. Rarity's taking her to the doctor.”
“I don't know if you understand,” Lyra continued, “but a doctor will find out she's a robot and our plan will be busted. Quick, follow me.”
The green unicorn grabbed few things from a shelf and galloped outside. Her earth pony friend followed her.
The doctor was enjoying his morning coffee, when the window in his office suddenly opened. He turned his head and noticed a white earth mare staring at him.
“What's up, doc?” she said.
Before he could react, the mare jumped inside and pinned him to the ground. She was followed by a green unicorn mare, who poured some liquid from a bottle on a cloth and covered doctor's mouth with it. The doctor struggled a little, but after few seconds he lost consciousness.
“Okay, I'm gonna check if there's somepony in the treatment room,” said Lyra. “You know what to do.”
Bon-Bon started to undress the doctor and Lyra trotted towards the treatment room door. When she opened it, she bumped into a nurse.
“Why hello there!” Lyra smiled.
Before the nurse could respond, she had chloroform-soaked cloth pressed to her mouth. She collapsed to the ground and the unicorn pulled her inside, closing the door behind her.
Bon-Bon barely finished binding, gagging and shoving the unconscious doctor into a cabinet, when a loud knock came to the door.
“Come in!” shouted Bon-Bon.
The door opened and revealed Rarity carrying Sweetie Belle on her back.
“Good morning, doctor, my sister sprained her ankle today. Oh, you're the new doctor? I think I should introduce myself: my name's Rarity and this is my sister Sweetie Belle.”
“I'm the doctor.”
“Doctor who?” Rarity asked, surprised that anypony would introduce themselves like that.
“Doctor Bon–” Bon-Bon bit her tongue in the last moment. “Doctor Bonaparte. Now please lay her down here.”
Rarity laid her sister down on the bed. Bon-Bon approached the injured filly.
“Hmm, it looks bad,” she commented. “I think I need to prepare an injection.”
“I don't want an injection!” Sweetie Belle protested.
“Oh, this injection is not for you, it's for your sister.”
“What!?” Rarity jumped back to distance herself from the white mare.
“You need an injection, so wait a little until the nurse comes,” said Bon-Bon. “Sister Ly–... Lycra, come here!”
The door to the treatment room opened, revealing Lyra in nurse's outfit, hovering a large syringe. Her eyes were squinted, as if she wanted to say ‘When we get home, I'm gonna kill you for this pseudonym.’
When Rarity saw the syringe, she jumped to the door, opened it and fled from the office.
“Catch her!” ordered Lyra and turned to Sweetie Belle. “Disable motor functions.”
Sweetie Belle froze motionless.
Rarity ran through the hospital's corridor, followed by Bon-Bon and Lyra. Her war memories started to come back. She frantically looked for anything that could be used as a weapon. Suddenly, she saw a glimpse of an instrument table in an operation room. She took a sharp turn, burst through the door and grabbed two scalpels with her magic. Lyra and Bon-Bon skidded to halt before the door and saw the armed white unicorn inside.
“Stand back!” exclaimed Rarity. “I have scalpels and I won't hesitate to use them!”
Lyra sighed and slowly walked towards her foe.
“Let's stop this farse. Give up, so it won't hurt.”
Rarity wasn't convinced. She let out a powerful war cry and magically tossed a scalpel towards Lyra. The scalpel lodged into the green unicorn's chest. Lyra stopped, looked at the knife in her body, looked back at Rarity and calmly said:
“You really thought it would work?”
Seeing that her attack failed, Rarity rushed forward, pushing aside Lyra and Bon-Bon, and followed the path back to the office to get Sweetie Belle and run away with her. The other two mares followed her.
When Rarity opened the door to the office, she saw Sweetie Belle lying motionlessly on the bed.
“Sweetie Belle, can you hear me? Sweetie Belle! SWEETIE BELLE!”
Sweetie Belle, while she could hear Rarity, couldn't move. Even her fake breathing movement, implemented in robots to make them look as pony-like as possible, was disabled. For an unsuspecting observer, the filly looked like a dead body.
“Oh no! You killed Sweetie Belle! You bastards!”
Rarity turned towards the door just in time to see Lyra and Bon-Bon running towards her. She focused her whole magic, prepared to pour all of its strength into scalpel tossing—
A sudden sound coming from the far side of the room startled her. She jumped back, looked at the source of the noise and noticed the cabinet in the corner opened. A bound and gagged stallion rolled out from it and began to look around frantically to understand what was going on.
“Damn, the doctor came out of the closet!” shouted Lyra, while tossing the syringe towards surprised Rarity. The syringe hit her right into her flank. Lyra used her magic to inject the liquid. Before Rarity noticed it, it was too late. She collapsed unconscious to the floor.
“I didn't know he was gay!” remarked Bon-Bon. Meanwhile, Lyra walked to Sweetie Belle, grabbed a screwdriver and started to inspect the filly's hind leg.
“Check if somepony's coming while I'm busy.” she ordered Bon-Bon.
Bon-Bon closed the door, leaving only a small gap. Lyra started repairing Sweetie Belle's leg. After few minutes, the repair was done. The unicorn looked with admiration at her own work for a second and then her eyes rolled up and she started shaking.
“Done.” she said after regaining her composure a moment later. In the same moment, Sweetie Belle got up, pulled unconscious Rarity on her back and slowly walked away. The green unicorn explained: “I've programmed Sweetie Belle to take Rarity home and forget everything that happened. Catastrophe averted.”
Rarity was really enjoying her sleep, when she heard her annoying little sister.
“Hey, Rarity, it's noon! I prepared brunch!”
Rarity slowly got up and said: “You wouldn't believe what outlandish dream I had. You broke your leg, I took you to the hospital, the nurse tried to inject me with something, I tried to fight, but they were immune to any attacks, I returned to take you back home, but you were dead, and I don't remember how it actually ended...”
Sweetie Belle calmly listened to her sister's story, trotted to the kitchen and started jumping around, circling the table with two plates and a stack of pancakes on it. Some of the pancakes even looked edible.
Rarity sighed, sat down in a chair, put a pancake on her plate and grabbed a fork and a scalpel to–
’Wait, where did this scalpel come from?’