//------------------------------// // Chapter 18: Breakdown // Story: Le Retour // by k12314 //------------------------------// CHAPTER 18 "... UUUUUUUUUU-" Dashie shoved her hoof in my mouth to shut me up. "Oh, you two are in a lot of trouble... Come with me, and don't try to run, OR SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES." I cringed when her voice got low and raspy at that last part. "Dashie..." "Yeah Kyle?" "Hold me." Dashie giggled a little bit, but flinched when Rarity gave her the death stare. "I know we pranked her, but SHEESH! Does she really need to be that mad? Then again, we did mess with her beauty products... Ah, I'll think of a way to get out of this... I hope... Oh man I'm screwed." I swallowed hard. I should have just run away right there, I mean, I could've outrun RARITY. But instead, I kept following her. Why? Because I'm an idiot. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The bell above the door jingled as we entered the Carousel Boutique, or, as I was calling it at the time, my grave. Rarity motioned for us to sit on the sofa that she summoned, which we did. She walked into her back room, but not before giving us an evil smile. "Dashie. I'm honestly scared right now. Who KNOWS what she'll do to us?!" I was sweating bullets. I always look at the worst case scenario for things, and what I was looking at that moment WASN'T pretty. "Ah, it'll be fine. It's not like she'll kill us or anything." She looked at a table nearby, which had a little flyer on it, and a flash of realization washed over her face. "What's wrong?" She said nothing, but stood up and walked over to the flyer, and read it over. She went pale as a ghost. "I HAVE WORK TODAY! It's supposed to be cloudy, and they need help making all of the clouds and getting them in the right spots! I have to go NOW!" Before I could protest, she shot out the door, leaving me to my fate. And right at that moment, Rarity walked out. "Oh, she left? Well, I guess I'll just punish you twice as badly to make up for her absence." I almost passed out right there. "... Oh fuck me sideways. WITH A BROOMSTICK... Well, will you at least tell me what you're going to do?" She snickered a bit. "No. You just sit there, and wait." I plopped back onto the couch, and laid down on it. Rarity walked back into her workshop, so I tilted my hat over my eyes, and decided to take a nap. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Wake up." I felt a hoof on my side, and i jumped up. Vince was there, apparently helping Rarity out. "ACK! Woah... Vince, don't do that!" Rarity giggled, and motioned for me to follow her into her workroom. When I saw what she'd done, I felt rage seeping out of every pore in my body. "I've beautified all of your clothes! I know you hate all this fashion stuff, but I decided that instead of just punishing you by making you a frilly costume and making you wear it all day, I decided that I'd help you out and spruce up your wardrobe!" I looked at all of my clothes. Asides from the outfit I was wearing (That saved my jacket and hat, thank goodness,) everything had designs and jewels on them. I felt my eye twitching. "What did you do to my clothes?" "What do you mean? I made them fabulous!" Rarity did a little pose, and I felt my anger reach it's peak. "What the FUCK did you do to my clothes?" I was getting mad, as you can tell. I normally don't get mad that easily, but when someone messes with my stuff... And there was also the fact that I had NOTHING to wear except the outfit I was in. "I... I just-" "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY CLOTHES?! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?! I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR NOW! YOU'VE RUINED ALL OF MY CLOTHES!" My fists were clenched, and I was trembling. Rarity took a step towards me, one of her front legs raised. She looked really upset. "Kyle, just calm down-" Vince put his hand on my shoulder, and I just swatted it away. "Vince, I've got this." He looked a bit upset, but I just looked back at Rarity, and all my anger started flowing again. "Why did you DO THAT?! DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU WERE DOING ME A FAVOR?!" I grabbed her sowing machine and threw it across the room, and it burst into pieces against the wall. "THAT'S WHAT I THINK OF ALL OF THIS! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU, YOU PRISSY BITCH!" "Kyle, would you just-" I spun around and gave Vince my "I'll rip out your heart and eat it" look. He didn't flinch or anything. "You know what, forget it. I'm not babysitting. You wanna freak out, go ahead." He walked out of the Boutique. I was a little mad about the babysitting part, but that just fueled my blind rage. I turned back and looked at Rarity. She was shrunken down to the ground, shaking and crying. I didn't care. I started smashing mannequins, throwing large rolls of cloth through the windows, and things of the such. The whole time, I was screaming about how I was done with all of the crap. "KYLE! PLEASE STOP!" Twilight? I looked at the door, and I saw everypony else just staring at me. Dashie's eyes were wide as she stared at the damage I'd done. The windows were broken, there were broken bits of plaster from the mannequins all over the place, there were indents on the wall from where I threw things into it, the desk where Rarity did all of her work was in splinters, and Rarity was lying on the ground, shaking in fear, repeatedly mumbling "Don't hurt me" under her breath. I was still in rage mode, however. "What do you want, Twilight?" The anger and bitterness was practically dripping off of my tongue. Twilight flinched a bit, but recovered quickly. "You can't do something like this! We almost called the Royal Guards! You're lucky that we saw it was you, but... Why?" I pointed to all of the clothes that were now on the floor, some of them were torn and unrecognizable. Twilight noticed that they were mine, and that Rarity had "improved" them. "So you're going completely insane over THIS?" I didn't say anything. The truth was that I wasn't mad about that. That was just the last thing that made the lid on the bottle I had all my anger in blast off. I wasn't freaking just out over stuff in Equestria, no. This was also events from Earth that I was remembering, and it was causing me so much distress, that I just shoved it away, hoping I could just ignore it. I was constantly feeling guilty over leaving Rose behind when I came to Equestria, even though I had no control over that, and I also felt guilty for nearly killing Hoops a number of times, even if he seemed to deserve it. I would go on, but the list of regrets and horrible events is just too long. "Well?" "Well what? What do you want me to say?" "Maybe that you're sorry?" I looked at Rarity, then back to Twilight. "No." Everypony's jaws hit the floor. "WHAT?" The combination of all of their voices was like sitting right next to a speaker that was maxed out while listening to some metal. Dashie stepped forward and just stared at me. "How could you do all of this to Rarity? I mean, I know that she's snobby sometimes, but this is a bit much! Don't expect me to let you in the house unless you apologize." That did it. I jumped out a broken window, and sprinted down the street, tears in my eyes. "What have I done?"