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// Literally a Character Named Mary Sue [T] [Crackfic] 
// Story: Lacklustre-y Things 
// by LackLustre 
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I've never been to keen on surprises. Sometimes they were supposed to be fun, like when Nana got a red velvet cake for my seventh birthday knowing they were my favorite, but they can also be less then pleasant, even something somepony as dense as me can get. Such as when it rained on every Nightmare Night I was well enough to attend.

Although it turns out surprises can be tragic as well.

My name is Mary Sue although I'm not sure why. Ponies in Applewood tend to have Look-at-me-I'm-famous kind of names even though compared to them mine was just slightly quirky. Nana said it meant 'Beloved Lily' and was really quite pretty when you thought about it since I'm so special.  It only took an afternoon of research at the local library branch to find out that 'Mary Sue' was the name of a character she used to perform as in one of the first plays she was in. After reading the script I concluded that that Mary was a boring satire archetype that had nothing to do with flowers or myself.

Nana's name is Bacchus and she used to be a theater actress but has long since retired and made record collecting her full time hobby. I never knew my parents so I was raised by her in a nice house on a boring street in Applewood where all the celebirty ponies I never cared about lived. I thought that they were all a bit pompous and hard to be around. Although Nana was always the right combination of merry and approachable.

I was always very sickly so most years I never got to go out for holidays or attend school before another sick streak occurred. To make up for all this Nana had to homeschool me herself which was just fine despite the fact that she used unessacary amounts of theater terms.

Becuase of this I never really had any close friends.

Scratch that I'm not sure if I've had friends at all. I love to watch things but I've never really liked to interact with other ponies that much, I'm not antisocial though just possessing odd preference. Plus, Nana is the only one whose ever understood...my unique style of...communication.

So at first I thought that I was terribly lucky when I had been well enough for three whole months and would get to go attend school before summer vacation rolled around and i would most likely have to be holed up inside. I stood looking in the mirror a proud smile on my face as I my pale green aura twinkled tying my white-spotted bandana in my short mane which was peach with a single stripe of pale green, just like my tail.

I was so exited that I almost forgot to wave good-bye-see-you-later to Nana whose green eyes twinkled brightly while her amethyst earrings sparkled in the sunlight.

I always thought that we lived in a safe neighborhood.

...

I was too busy trying to levitate homework, loose pencils, and my school bag that I didn't notice the door was open slightly and absentmindly put the house key in anyway and stepped inside.

When somepony entered Nana's nice house through the front door they ended up in an unwalled foyer with a lidless polished chest for me to put my things in or for packages to be stored. If they went to the left they would end up in the parlor and if they choose the other way they would find the staircase with its velvety red carpet. Red velvet was one of Nana's things and covered a lot of things in this house.

I discarded my school supplies in the chest but decided to keep my aced science test with me, proudly bearing a gold star. Then I turned to the right ready to head up the stairs where Nana would most likely be doing her afternoon painting in her studio. Even though her house was small for a former starlet our yard and gardens were huge with no neighbors around. I could barely spot the other mansions even from the highest window.

Oh no...this can't be good...

Nana's favorte scarf of cream silk was lying discarded on the staircase the brooch a bunch of grapes sculpted out of amethysts and emerald was lying in fragments like broken glass. I saw her wearing that this morning...why was it here and why was it ruined? Nana loves that scarf and brooch almost as much as she loves me! The carpet was riddled with singe marks that gradually led upstairs.

Nana...she's got to be alright. Even if she wasn't ever very good at magic she wouldn't let this happen...
I ran up the stairs as fast as I could, tripping once, as my heart pounded and blood pounded in my ears. I had to get to her room, I just had to...

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There was blood on the doorknob...

I was shaking all over as I pushed the door open.

Please Celestia don't let it be what I fear it could be.