Rarity removed the mask and took off her rubber hoof gloves, she observed the sparkling clean bathroom with reverence. She took a deep breath and the smell of bleach and other cleaners filled her nose. It was a good smell. She looked down at the floor, where the perfectly polished checkered tiles reflected the vanity lights just right. Her eyes drifted up to the mirror, spotless and streak-free, down to the sink, where the faucet shone with glory. Even the toilet was clean. Rarity stood back to admire her work.
She had been spending the entire day cleaning, and not just her regular cleaning, either. She had rented giant carpet scrubbers and industrial grade cleaners to get her home and place of business absolutely sanitized. She stepped out of the bathroom and made her way down the hall. She knocked on Sweetie Bell's door before twisting the knob.
What lay beyond the door almost gave Rarity a heart attack. Mold and mildew covered the walls and ceiling, giving the room a deadly sort of smell. What little floor could be seen was stained and filthy, not to mention all the garbage and dirty laundry piled up everywhere. Rarity gasped as she saw a tentacle reach out from under the bed and grab a rotting slice of pizza before retreating back into the dark.
Sweetie Belle popped her head out from under a pile of laundery "Look Rarity! I cleaned my room!"
"What in the name of Celestia is this?" Rarity scolded. "You did no such thing! Look at this mess!"
"No, my room is clean, look." Sweetie Belle pointed. "I made a path from the door to my bed and from my bed to the closet."
Rarity threw up in her mouth a little before swallowing it, sending a shudder down her spine. "How are we even related?" She wispered.
"I know! When a mommy pony and a daddy pony-"
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAN, SWEETIE BELLE!" Rarity yelled, cutting her sister off from giving the most awkward speech known to pony kind. Rarity used her magic to hover her cleaning supplies from the bathroom over to Sweetie's room. "I've got to quarenteen this entire room. Come back in four to five days..." She lifted Sweetie Belle out of the rubble with her magic and tossed her out the window before she donned a full yellow hazmat suit.
"It. Is. On." She yelled, diving headfirst into the filth.
As soon as I saw Rarity, I knew it'd have something to do with cleaning. Also, I was scared of Sweetie Belle's room, but it's cleaner than mine.
She threw her little sister out a second story window? She is a horrible sister.
You set out to make a Rarity story and it became an adorabelle story.
I wish I could submit single chapters to groups.
...hm, knighty!
One thing:
What lay beyond...
3578808 Sweetie Belles marshmallow mane cushioned her fall.
3578524 *shudders*
3578977
What? I don't have anything besides me living in there. I think...
There might be a mutant strain of mushroom or poison oak, but so far it's been harmless. I might get around to harvesting, testing, and cataloguing it one day.
3579137
Weak! I've been carefully raising an ecosystem in my room. I actually managed to create sentient lifeforms! Granted they are a lot like Men in Black's Locker people, but still. I am a god to them! They shall become my mechanisms to take over the world!
Then again, last time I opened my window a tree died outside, so I could just as easily destroy the world...
3579935
I haven't opened my closet in three years...
It might have it's own ecosystem, which might explain that musky smell that never goes away, even when I open my window. For all I know, the cure for cancer might be growing in there.
The mutant fungus or poison oak are somewhere in my room proper. I was cultivating a crossbreed between the two, but it seems to have disappeared...
3579972
meh. I am still the one with the army of homegrown midget mutants in my room. So
3579980
And? Fear not the army of mutants led by a human/pony/whatever. Fear the army of humans/ponies/whatevers led by a mutant.
3580160
......
Hey, hold this green pinapple-like thing for a minute
*pulls pin and runs to safe distance*
3580168
Haha. I'm a Changeling.
*changes into a shadow,completely unharmed by the green pineapple-like thing*
3580198
And then it asploded, ripping the 'shadow' apart as thousands of pieces of shrapnel embedded themselves in everything within 3 meters.
3580207
You obviously don't understand shadows. They cannot be damaged by physical matter...
3580283
And you don't understand that a grenade also produces light, which destroys shadows, and the shockwave from the grenade would've killed you anyway
3580291
Why would I stay where the light can reach me?
3578977 aw, thanks! But I dont see how sweetie belle took the chapter from rarity, she was the antagonist, (sort of) but didnt steal the show...
3580291 3580303
I leave you two alone for just a few hours, and you start lobbing grenades and arguing about the logic of harming shadows.
I swear, I can't take you two anywhere, next time i'm getting a sitter
3580917
Here, catch!
*tosses grenade at you*
3580926 *catches grenade and stares at it...*
This one's a dud, can I have another?
3580940
Huh... Ambassador Pineapple! That's your cue! In fact, bring your whole diplomatic team!
*starts throwing grenades at you, each one with a pulled pin. There are so many they literally blot out the sun*
3580959 *puts on spartan helmet*
THEN WE SHALL FIGHT IN THE SHADE!
3580979
*explosions hit you, ripping the helmet off your head... and the skin attached to your head... hell, I think your head popped off at one point to. In the end, only a smoking crater and a red smear remained, with a blackened helmet lying not to far away*
3580987 welp. Looks like i'll taking my leave. *blackened helmet starts rolling away*
3581029
Damnit Ambassador! *yells at a grenade* You've scared him off. How many times do I have to tell you that Shock and Awe is not the best tactic for Diplomatic relations!
*grenade moves and reveals a mouth and eyes, Annoying Orange Style* Sorry, I try my best. Don't throw me off all half-cocked next time.
Meh...
*Quarantine