//------------------------------// // The Fashionista // Story: Destined for Chaos // by ChaosknightRB //------------------------------// The Fashionista This bed is way too comfortable. What do they make this out of, clouds? Heh, that's just silly. I mean honestly, who would sleep on a cloud anyways?...do I smell pancakes? Chase opened his eyes to see the streaks of sunlight that had made their way through the curtains. The fine linen sheets over him were still relatively neat as he stood up beside the bed and stretched out. He shook his head trying to rid himself of morning fatigue as he began to follow the smell of food. Chase arrived in the kitchen to find Rarity humming to herself, kitchen utensils floating about doing their various tasks with grace and precision. "Morning." Chase said rubbing his eyes. Rarity turned to him and smiled. "Good morning. Did you sleep well darling?" Chase nodded as she started to giggle. He gave her a confused look. "Judging by your mane, I guess you did." A small hand-held mirror on the counter rose into the air and slowly floated towards Chase. He looked to see his hair was, indeed, a mess. Seeing this, he hastily began to pat his hair down in an attempt to tame the wilderness that had become his hair. He looked into the mirror again and saw his struggles were in vain, as his hair had become even worse in his attempt to fix it. Chase sighed as he shrugged and took a seat at the table next to him. Rarity gave him a skeptical look. "No, no, no this simply won't do. I simply cannot allow you to remain with such a disaster." She began as the frying pan in front of her flipped a pancake on to a plate. "We must hurry up and eat so I can deal with this...catastrophe of a mane." Chase sat in a salon chair as he observed the brightly colored room around him. He could see more chairs, industrial sized hair dryers, and various bottles of shampoo neatly arranged on shelves. She would have her own beauty parlor. I don't see why she's going through all this trouble. A brush would work just as well. The door opened as Rarity walked through. Oh...my...god...what is sh- Carrying a basket containing various bottles and hair cutting utensils, she walked in the room and placed them next to the chair. "Uh, Rarity. I thought you were just gonna fix up my hair." "Oh but I am darling!" her horn glowed as a pair of safety glasses floated up to her eyes. "Now hold still, this will take my utmost concentration." I'm going to die in here aren't I?... Chase sat in Rarity's living room as she was upstairs getting ready to head to Twilight's. His arms were crossed while he had a bemused look on his face. Chase did not approve of his new haircut. Haircut? This is much more than just a "haircut," this is complete and total hair genocide. His hair had been cut shorter than before, barely reaching past his ears. It had been dyed pitch black with a single wide streak of white on the left side. I look like I belong in a Goth band. "It's all the rage!" she says... After several minutes of waiting Chase began to get impatient. Standing up, he decided to explore the room he was in. The fireplace in front of him was not lit, but he noticed that there were some framed pictures above it. Walking over to investigate, he picked up one of them. It was a picture of Rarity with a small filly. She had a white coat like Rarity, but her mane was a light pink and purple. Why is everything in this world so...adorable? He placed the picture down and noticed another that had more than just the two. Picking it up Chase saw that there was a younger looking Rarity, an even younger version of the filly he saw in the other picture, and two other ponies. One was a unicorn mare with an almost identical look to Rarity. The other was a brown earth pony stallion. The picture was taken in a park with the four of them laughing and smiling together. Hallmark in a nutshell. Chase could hear Rarity's hoof-steps coming down the stairs. He quickly put the picture back and walked over to meet her. "So Rarity, you never did tell me why we're headed back to Twilight's." "Oh, right. Well you see Twilight is quite the expert when it comes to magic. If you are from another world, I assume the best way to get back would be through a spell." Makes sense...I guess. "On that note, I've made up something to get you there without being seen." Chase shot her a confused glance. "Why can't I be seen?" "No offence dear, but your appearance may...startle some of the local ponies." Right, they're all ponies...how do you forget a detail like that? "Ok, so what's the plan?" I hate ponies...I hate this place. Being pulled by Rarity's magic, behind her was a large present box. Inside was Chase, sitting cross-legged in what little space he had. He was given a small pair of holes to look through. The range of vision was incredibly narrow, and all he could see is Rarity and occasionally the closely passing pony. "Couldn't you have found a bigger box?" Chase asked. "Hush down, we are trying to get you there without being noticed after all." Chase simply sighed in annoyance as he shifted uncomfortably in the box. After a few minutes. Chase could see that tree that doubled as the local library and as Twilight's home. Thank god. Almost there and no incidents. No sooner did the thought cross his mind when Rarity stopped. What gives? A pink pony suddenly began bouncing over and hopped in place next to Rarity. Oh what fresh hell is this? "Hiya Rarity! What's in the box?" the pink pony gasped loudly. "Is it a present?! Is it somepony's birthday? We should throw a party! So who's party is it?!" Rarity hesitated for a moment. "It's no ones birthday Pinkie dear. I'm simply bringing this box of, umm...materials to Twilight's. She's practising...dress making magic!" she gave the pink pony a nervous smile. No one would ever believe a lie like tha- "Okie dokie lokie!" As quickly as she arrived, the odd pony bounced away. That seriously worked? I guess things are going my way...hey what's poking my leg? "Hi!" The top of the box suddenly flew open as Chase jumped out. The back of his legs got caught on the edge, causing him and the box to go tumbling over. He landed on the ground with a thud, followed by a pink pony rolling out of the box and landing perfectly on her hooves directly over Chase. He opened his eyes to be met with two big blue eyes staring at him mere inches from his face. "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie. You look silly, I like you!" the pink pony said with a huge smile on her face. Chase glanced around quickly to see that dozens of passersby had stopped and were looking at him. Think Chase, how do we fix this? A moment of awkward silence passed as Pinkie continued to stare at him smiling. "Er, hi?" Well, I'm screwed.