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// Tearing Me Apart 
// Story: Sweetie Revenge 
// by MistyShineStar 
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     Sweetie was exasperated. When her trailer was parked, she trudged out of it, onto the sound stage. The director, a creamy brown stallion with messy blue hair and a mustache, welcomed her warmly and invited her onto the stage. Maybe my makeup pony should learn how to invite instead of throwing me everywhere, Sweetie thought grimly. The director then said,
"Sweetie, in this scene, darling, we will be telling about the beginning of the career. Because there is no contact with the lady who pretended to be your sister and it might be unsafe to try and use her, we found a great pony as a substitute."
A mare stepped onto the stage.Meowza! She looked like a severely drunk Rarity who forgot to look in the mirror while putting makeup on. She had blue eyeshadow smeared across her face, with lipstick scribbled on her muzzle. Sweetie looked at her and nodded nicely, but on the inside it was tearing her apart.
The mare dramatically stepped on stage. "I'm ready for my part." The man looked at her. "Heheh, do the crazy mare voice!"
"I'M READY FOR MY PART!" She sounded absolutely crazy with a heavy dramatic english accent. Just like Rarity, but crazier. Like, a lot crazier.
The stallion chuckled again. "Good, dear, good! Now, Sweetie, tell us when you're ready."
Sweetie coughed. This was something she had to do, something she had to do for the sake of herself. "Yes, sir, I'm ready," she said, after skimming over her own lines a few times, paying no attention to anyone else's. She was too scared to look.
"Good. Start ze filming!" He said, and with the blink of an eye, the blinding lights came on, and a mare stepped up. "Scene one!" She smacked the marker together and stepped out of the camera's way. Sweetie stepped onto the prop, meant to be the stage, and reluctanctly started to sing the "Cutie Mark Crusaders Theme Song". She did it well, and the director was satisfied. That was when the mare pretending to be Rarity stepped up onto the stage. "MY SISTER! SHE IS MY SISTER!" she called out, running to the stage and pulling Sweetie close. "MINE, NOBODY ELSE'S!"
Sweetie looked around at the background ponies dissapproving. "GET HER OFF STAGE!" a mare called. Sweetie thought she would then step off and that would be the end, as it had really happened. But no.
"NO, SHE'S MINE!" She glared at everyone in the crowd. Oh, Celestia.
"Give it up!" a stallion called.
"Never!" She then snatched up Sweetie, to her surprise, and ran.
It went on l like this until she was caught by the police and put in a mental aslym.
"Okay, the preview for the show is done. It shall be released today, as it should take not long to edit." The director walked off the stage. Sweetie bit her lip at what she had done.
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After repeating that horrible scene over and over, she went to her trailer and soon fell asleep. Sweetie awoke to find herself falling, falling. She was falling into a bottomless pit, mares and stallions all around her, laughing at Rarity. They were closing in on her sister; ready to attack. Sweetie wanted to move, to tell them to stop, but she couldn't move. They were just about to strike, Sweetie screaming in her head, when a light blue aura zapped them away, leaving Rarity behind, who faded away on her own.
"Princess Luna!" Sweetie knew who it was immediately, and looked up to the sky in order to see the tall blue alicorn lowering herself into the pit, turning it into solid ground.
"Sweetie Belle." She crouched down so she was eye to eye with the filly. "Sweetie Belle, your sister...she saw the preview. She was devestated."
"I know, Princess." Sweetie grumbled, her ears back, looking as guilty as ever. "I know. I know."
"No, my child. I do not think that you understand completely. You must see for yourself." She stamped her foot, and behind her came a scene of Rarity crouching in a small room, watching a television. Her eyes were glimmering with hope and excitement for her little sister as she watched the screen. Sweetie could see that she has already forgiven her, even after Sweetie had kept being so rude. On the screen started the part with Rarity, which made the glimmer in her eye dull just a bit and her smile fade; but she looked nuetral, not downright sad. Finally, the part finished. Sweetie could see that she was fighting to hold back tears, tears of embarrassment and sadness from unforgiveness. Rarity then started crying, silently. Sweetie knew that the only time she cried like this was when something was seriously wrong. Luna's expressionless eyes were looking down on Rarity. She then casted a thought spell, a spell that allowed a pony's thoughts to be read out loud.
The thoughts inside Rarity's mind made Sweetie feel so worried and sad, that she started crying. Rarity was thinking, "My sister...my sister doesn't love me...I don't know what I had done so wrong to make her do this, but..." Rarity looked over at some rope on a stool.
Sweetie Belle's eyes dialated. "RARITY! NOOOO!" Sweetie started sobbing. Rarity grabbed the rope, and made a loop with it. She hung it to the ceiling fan. She looked at the rope, but...she didn't hang herself.
Sweetie removed her hooves from her face and looked at Rarity hopefully. Rarity kept looking at fhe rope. Her bottom lip then quivered. "I can't do this. Not to Sweetie, not to her...even if she doesn't love me...I need to be there, in case anything happens..." 
Rarity then removed the rope from the fan. Suddenly, the scene started sucking away, Luna shouting, "REMEMBER! REMEMBER!" before the dream finally ended.