//------------------------------// // Mannequin // Story: Split Personality // by Bambisbb //------------------------------// Oh good, you're back! It's nice to have your company, I never talk to, not since...Oh, sorry sweetie, spoilers! To the story. I bit my lip and peeked my head around a building. This was going to be a tough one. I couldn't sneak in at night, I was sure it would be locked up tighter than Ponyville Insane Asylum...I looked around the front for any way in before darting around the back. It was the middle of the day, and a serial killer known by everypony in Ponyville, and every detective in Canterlot, was darting around and trying to get into the Carousel Boutique. I shook my head and looked along the back wall, grinning as I saw the air vent. I flapped my wings and fluttered up, my flying was a bit crooked, seeing as my wing had just healed, but it would do. I quickly took the vent off, wiggling my way into the vent, my knife in my mouth. I crawled my way through the vent, blowing a few spiders away as I did. Wow, for a fashionista/clean-freak, Rarity sure did have dirty vents...I snorted and blinked as it echoed. Right, I was in a vent...Had to be quiet. I finally finished wiggling my way into the vent. I peeked through the grate, and blinked. Shouldn't Rarity be making a dress or something? The whole room was dark, the windows were covered, and all of her mannequin had sheets over them. Then it hit me. I had just murdered two of Raritys' best friends. Of course she wasn't going to be making a dress. I face-hoofed and took the grate off, fluttering down and placing it on the floor. I looked around. This place looked a whole look less happy. I shook my head and started walking, slowly, of course. My ears perked as I heard the sound of hoof-steps. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rarity walked into the room where her mannequins were. "I could have sworn I heard somepony in here..." Rarity whispered. Her voice wasn't as it usually was, it was raspy and sad. Her own mane and tail had mats and tangles, and her coat wasn't its' usual whiteness, it was dulled. Her pink robe was slightly discolored. She started walking, passing her mannequins as she did. She had been locked up in her boutique for a week now. She couldn't believe that Twilight and Pinkie Pie were gone... She sighed,but soon had to stop as Opal yowled at something. She turned around and looked were Opal was looking. "Oh Opal, it's just a mannequin." Rarity sighed and turned around again. She started walking before Opal yowled and swatted at the mannequin. Rarity frowned and took a step forward, yelping and jumping backwards as she heard barking, and a dragon soon crashed through the air vent, growling at Opal and chasing her around. Rarity blinked and watched the dragon, before her eyes turned to what else came out of the vent. A mannequin. Her eyes darted around the room, looking at all the mannequins that were covered with sheets. Her eyes flicked from one to the next. Anyone of them. She bumped into something quickly, turning around and gasping. She shuddered, just another mannequin. She swallowed and turned back around, seeing one of the sheets thrown in the middle of the room. She gasped and looked at the broken stand. She heard something run behind her, turning around and seeing no pony. The single curtain that was pulled back, allowing light into the room, was dropped. Rarity yelped, she couldn't see her own hoof in front of her face. "N-Now, D-Doodle Bug...I'm sure we can d-discuss this, l-like reasonable and m-mature m-mares..." Rarity tried to steady her voice. It was silent for a moment. "Not likely." Rarity screamed as a blade went through her back, she tried tried to crawl away, clawing the ground as she coughed up blood. Opal herself yelped, being pinned by the dragon. Rarity sobbed, "Please..." She whispered, trying the spark up her magic. She didn't make it far into her spell before she was screaming again, as the knife was taken out and sent through her side. She coughed and started to close her eyes. The last thing Rarity would ever hear, was a cold, unforgiving voice hiss, "Nice try, Rares..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Grey sighed and brought his hoof up, feeling where his horn used to be. There was nothing that could fix a broken horn. He was a ground pony that couldn't walk now He closed his eyes. It wasn't fair... His ears perked up at the sound of someone entering the room. He lifted his head. "M-Mr. Steam...We have some good news..." A nurse bit her lip "What is it..." He grumbled, putting his head back down. "W-Well...Princess Celestia has...Agreed to let us do something. She said that s-seeing as you served Ponnyville in the police department since you were legal adult, and seeing as you have put an end to nearly all c-crime in Ponyville...And seeing as she feels as though she could have somehow stopped your...Accident-" "It wasn't an accident..." "As you keep saying...Anyway, seeing as she feels she could have stopped this from happening, she has decided to let us use...B-Black magic..." Greys' ears perked up again. "What?" "Y-Yes, she had agreed to let us fix your legs with black magic..." "What about..." Grey frowned and brought a hoof up to his head. The nurse frowned, "I-I'm afraid there's no spell to fix a broken horn. At least not one that is known." The nurse sighed. Grey frowned before smiling. "So I'll be able to walk again?" "As far as we can tell, yes." Grey smiled. "Cool..."