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// Alternate Ending 
// Story: Snip by Snip 
// by ThunderChaserCreate 
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	Rarity didn't care about the tiny voices that called for her. She stood over her true love, and a tear splashed onto the dry dirt before her.
"I love you, Spike. I don't care what anypony else says. I love you with all of my heart, and I only wish we had had more time together." The mare stood diligently over the grave of the small dragon, watching the tear soak down into the dirt beneath her hooves.
"Rarity!" Sweetie Belle whined from the doorway, "When are you going to make us breakfast?"
"Oh," Rarity quickly wiped her eyes and turned to her younger sister, "um-"
"Do you hear that?" Sweetie interrupted her, looking at the unmarked grave that Rarity was standing over, "What's that weird sound?"
Rarity gasped and, not caring what Sweetie saw, began to dig frantically. For the fortunate mare had heard the cries of a tiny, impossible dragon as he called her name.
"Rarity..." the muffled sound came from below her, "Rarity..." 
"Well, don't just stand there!" Rarity yelled at her sister, "Dig!"
The two sets of frenzied hooves unearthed the sack, and now Spike was screaming for Rarity, yelling her name through the burlap over and over.
Rarity used her magic to untie the sack and lift out the blackened body that was once Spike.
Sweetie shrieked at such a sight, and ran to the door, shooing all of the Cutie Mark Crusaders away from the house. She hollered something about zombies, but Rarity didn't care one bit. There were so many things she wanted to say to him, but all she could do was hug him close and sob into his shoulder.
"Rarity?" the dragon whispered into her ear.
The mare shushed him, but he asked again, "Rarity? W-what... am I?"