March 27: But You Don't Want to Get Involved, You Tell Her She Can Manage
After staying the night and talking things over with Minuette, Waterfire knew what she had to do. Minuette was being far too soft about things, especially when it came to that reprehensible monster, Noteworthy. It burned every atom in the girl’s body that a jerk like Noteworthy was able to escape his fate while so many she knew, her best friend included, was suffering because of this piece of human filth.
Someone needs to deal with him, she thought, a grim look coming onto her face. Then, seconds later, the answer came to her. It couldn’t be that simple, could it? Instinctively, she reached for the phone sitting in her purse. When she was younger, she’d done something stupid and had not only managed to get out of it without getting in trouble, she’d learned something that would give her an advantage.
But if he’ll help…. Part of her winced at that. Somehow, the former alpha bitch, Sunset Shimmer, had managed to change her stripes without sacrificing any of the principles she’d managed to gain over the past few months. If I were to do this, I’d be no better than the way she used to be. She looked at the phone as if it was a giant black widow sitting in her hand. Is it worth losing my soul over?
Her eyes closed for a fraction of an instant. This is for Minnie. She’d do the same for me, I just know it. And with that, she dialed a number she hadn’t called in years.
After a couple of rings, the phone on the other end answered: “Hello, this is Sunnytown Gym – 24/7, your number one place for a better body in the Greater Canterlot Area.”
“Heya, I’m looking for Ground Pounder. Is he there?”
“Yeah, he’s here all day. Who should I say’s looking for him?”
Waterfire breathed a soft, anxious sigh. In for a penny, in for a pound, she realized. “Yes,” she said. “Let him know that Cookie’s looking for him.”
Sunstone was sure she got the grapple. But her target moved out of the grasp as if she was made of water, and Sunstone was barely able to dodge the kick; the foot’s owner was fast – on the verge of video-game-character fast. However, said owner was slow in retracting the kick, and that gave Sunstone the opening she needed. Grabbing the retracting leg, she clamped onto it like a vice, then spun it – and the owner – before slamming her opponent onto the mat. Bending the leg slightly to be inconvenient but not injurious, the victorious girl grinned and said, “Looks like you lose,” before letting go of the leg.
Laying on the mat, Applejack blew a strand of her blonde hair out of her eyes. “Yeah, well you judokas are better at grapplin’ than us TKD folks. Ah was afraid that Ah wouldn’t be able to retract in time, and sure enough, Ah was right.”
Sunstone offered her friend a hand up, which Applejack took gladly. “Yeah, well you guys are monsters at kicking – I barely dodged that strike of yours. If I’d known you were gonna get that close, I’d have worn headgear.”
“Toldja, sugarcube: mah sah-bu-nim doesn’t mess around when it comes t’ training. Sparred last week against a guy from Colton. Nearly broke a rib with one of mah kicks ‘cause he didn’t want to ‘take it easy.’”
Sunstone looked at the bruise from blocking one of the girl’s earlier blows. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
Applejack laughed. “Don’t worry, Ah pulled mah punches.” Both girls walked over to the wall, where bottles of water and towels were. “So, wanna tell me ‘bout what’s buggin’ ya?”
Sunstone winced at that. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, AJ,” she replied calmly.
Applejack wiped the sweat off her brow with her towel. “Ah wasn’t born yesterday, Stony. We may not be the closest friends, but Ah’d like t’ think you can count on me when needed. Ah don’t bite, honest.”
Sunstone reached down to grab her bottle of water, then took a swig. Toweling off her face, she asked, “What if you loved someone you could never have, that you wanted with all your heart and body, but it seemed so wrong?”
“Mah brother’s taken, y’know,” Applejack replied off-handedly.
“You know what I mean, AJ.”
“Yeah, that Ah do.” The blonde slumped against the wall until she sat down. “Rarity and Ah once fought over a guy. It was stupid, and he ended up gettin’ in the pants of another gal, but at the time, Ah was a total asshole to one of mah best friends. That kinda what you’re feeling?”
“Sorta. I’d do anything to make him mine,” Sunstone said, running a hand through her sweat-soaked teal hair, “but I don’t know if that would make things worse. He’s in love with someone else, and he doesn’t think of me that way, and he never will.”
Applejack just looked at the far wall of the gym room they were sparring in and gave a lazy grin. “Maybe you’re just not tryin’ hard enough to win Notes over.” Stunned that Applejack had figured out so quickly, Sunstone was about to say something, but Applejack waved it off. “Again, not stupid, Stony. Ah got a natural way of sussin’ things out, you know? Just a natural knack for honesty, Ah guess you could call it. Ah’ve never known you to talk about any guy – or gal – in breathless terms before, but you talk ‘bout Notes as if he’s something special. Someone special.”
“That obvious?”
“Only t’ those who are paying attention,” Applejack replied. “And yes, Ah remember you said you and he are cousins. Biologically? Ah guess it’s okay, if you go that far; none of mah business in that regard anyway. But as for the heart? Love is what it is, and if ya really want him, you need to step up to the plate, sugarcube. Minuette don’t love him, in any case.”
“How’d y—”
“One of mah best friend’s the school’s go-to gal. Ya kinda learn things just by being around her.” Applejack smiled. “Besides, Ah wouldn’t know what to do with the info and Sunny wouldn’t let me even if Ah did.”
“But he doesn’t love me that way, AJ,” Sunstone sighed. “Trust me, with all the hitting I’ve done on him over the years, he just thinks it’s a joke.”
“Then maybe it’s time you make your feelings clear. Have you ever told him outright you love him, or just hints and jokes that the most dense guy’ll never get?” Sunstone was about to comment, when Applejack waggled a finger. “Don’t. Ah already know the answer to that one, sugarcube. So tell me: Do you really love him?”
“With all my heart,” was the other girl’s soft, haunting answer. Applejack looked into her friend’s violet eyes and saw nothing but pure, unadulterated truth.
“Tell him the truth,” Applejack said. “If you really love him, Stony – you’ll tell him the truth.”
“So is it okay?” Dinky asked her older sister. “Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease?”
“Are you sure this is going to be okay?” Derpy asked. At the moment, she had her glasses off and was looking at her sister in stereo. It bothered her slightly, but she was cleaning the lenses at the moment after she accidentally spilled some grease on them removing the lock from the gun safe. Sure enough as she predicted, it was a complete loss; making it worse, the local gun store was out of the particular safe lock until next week, so she simply had to bar her sister from going into their father’s room. That wasn’t hard, but Derpy did not like the fact that the guns were not protected in any way shape or form.
“Der~py!” Dinky pled, breaking out her secret weapon: going over to her sister and giving her a big hug and bambi eyes. “Please? We’ll be back by Sunday night, promise!”
Done wiping her glasses, the elder sister slipped them back on and crossed her arms. “Yeah, and how much is it going to cost?”
“Only about $100. Mrs. Skydance says she won the tickets to Discovery World, so we don’t have to pay for that. The money should just pay for my food, hotel and whatever I want to get. I really want to go – all my friends are going!”
Derpy tried to frown; but couldn’t – she couldn’t deny her little sister the joys of childhood. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a wallet – she was never really a purse type of girl – and pulled out five $20 bills. “Okay, but you’d better be on your best behavior, okay? If I hear from Tapestry that you were a little brat, you’ll be in big trouble, got that?”
“Roger that!” Dinky said as she shoved the bills in her small purse.
“Are you guys leaving tonight?”
“Why?” Dinky asked in catty tones. “Is your boyfriend coming over? Are you gonna kiss and hug him?”
Derpy’s eyes narrowed. “You sure you want to go on that trip? This is coming out of my pocket you know.”
Dinky’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t!”
“Then shut up and go pack while I call Tapestry’s mom and let her know you’re going, got that?” Dinky, already worried that her plans were going south, brooked no argument as she raced for her bedroom. Allowing herself to snicker for a second, she texted Tapestry about her sister’s intent to go; the other girl said her mother would pick Dinky up around 8:30. That being done, Derpy went into her room and settled in on what to do next: Dinky was going on a road trip to Vallejo, and that meant that she had the whole house to herself. The teen squeed inwardly a bit as that meant that Carrot could stay over and they could have a nice weekend to themselves.
Her fingers did the dialing before she could even think of what to say. “Heya, Derps,” Carrot’s voice sang over the line.
“Hey, pack your bags, because you’re staying the rest of the weekend with me!” Derpy began before going on to the part of her sister’s vacation and the like.
“Cool! I’ll bring over my games – I don’t know if you’ve played some of them! This is going to be great!” Carrot said. There was something about her voice that bothered Derpy for some reason, though she couldn’t quite pin it down. Maybe she was going through some issues still; if that was the case, Derpy would absolutely be there for her, without a doubt. Carrot would do the same for her if the situation was reversed.
Plus, I’m sure she can give me some dating tips if I ask, Derpy mused, while also remembering that she’d have to ask while not ramming the metaphorical knife in her friend’s back. Under normal circumstances, Carrot would absolutely be ecstatic for her. But these were, Derpy sadly admitted to herself, not exactly the most normal of times.
“That’s wonderful, dear!” Chantenay told her daughter once Carrot had divulged her plans to stay at Derpy’s for the weekend. “Just don’t drink too much alcohol, dear.”
“Mom, you know I don’t do that!” Carrot gasped.
Chantenay smiled wryly. “Golden, honey, you have to remember that I was a teenager myself once. I know what kind of things go on at teenage parties.” But the woman’s face became serious as she said, “I just want you to be careful and while I know neither you nor Derpy are the kind of girl that misbehaves, there are still plenty of dangers to get into. While I know you’re going to drink – and as long as you two are careful, I don’t mind – I just want you two both to look out, okay? And if something goes wrong, you can call us.”
“Nothing’ll go wrong, Mom, I promise,” Carrot vowed, though admittedly she wasn’t as sure as she presented. Derpy would protect her from everything, she knew that – but Derpy was only human and humans had to use the bathroom, sleep, step away for a bit and anything that would make sure that Carrot would make that mistake that would cost her. It was only a matter of time.
Feeling defeated, she walked into the room, where the mirror shone brightly. It didn’t even matter that Carrot knew she’d covered this morning. Other Carrot wanted her attention, and clearly wanted it now. “Hello, ugly,” she said, standing there brazenly naked within the mirror. “I was just going to have a little fun today. Want to join me?” She held up something that horrified her: double-ended, with multiple nubs on the end. “Or maybe I can get Derpy on the other side. We can go on a little ride.” She grinned sultrily. “Or maybe you two and my Derpy can join me? I have one more. We can trade off and then when it’s done….” Other Carrot gave the real Carrot Top a look that made it blatantly clear what was on the mind of the mirror double – before turning to a sneer of utter contempt. “Or...you can just sit and grow old, fat and ugly. Oh, wait – you’re already one of the three, I forgot!” she said, cruelly pointing and laughing.
“But then, there is a way to solve that...one small problem, one tiny way to make yourself perfect again.” Other Carrot put two fingers together in a squeezing motion, then reached for something out of view. What she returned with, Carrot knew by heart. “You do know where Derpy’s father’s gun safe is, and Derpy did tell you that it’s broken right now.” Other Carrot raised the gun to her head. “All it takes is one shot of beauty and—”
The gun went off.
Other Carrot’s corpse fell to the floor in the mirror...and then blood started to ooze out of it, staining the carpet.
Carrot’s eyes went wide in horrific shock, then she turn and ran from her room, making it as far as the bathroom before she bent over and vomited.
Sunnytown Gym was, despite the name and description, a dedicated boxing gym, not a fitness center. That meant there were the bodies of men and women jumping rope, slugging bags, sparring in one of the two rings, and, above all, sweating like pigs. The acrid scent hit Waterfire and she wrinkled her nose in distaste. She would never come here of her own volition, but she needed to protect her friend, and to protect Minuette from that asshole Noteworthy, Waterfire needed a weapon.
Fortunately, she had a weapon.
Crossing the length of the gym, and ignoring the occasional stares she got, she walked the length of the building, towards the gym in the back. There, sparring with total abandon, were two boxers, apparently in their early twenties. Both were built, and both were slugging away.
As Waterfire reached the ring, an old man looked at her. “I thought we’d seen the last of you,” he said in a tone that wasn’t quite disgust, but was tinged with sorrow. “Whatever you’re here for, Cookie, it’s not going to go well for you or him.”
“I’m doing this for someone I care about, old man,” she said without looking at him; indeed, she never took her eyes off the sleek boxer in the red shorts. He had dark skin, and close-cropped grass-green hair and goatee and soft yellow eyes. The firm toned muscles of his body caught her attention, but...that’s how she ended up here in the first place.
He noticed her – and was almost hit. Instinctively, her mouth went up in a gasp, but he recovered, and delivered a fierce blow that nearly brought his opponent to his knees.
“Okay, that’s enough, you two,” the old man said, ringing the bell to signal their attention. “Calling it a day. I’ll see you tomorrow, Fast Flurry. Oh, and as for you, Ground Pounder, you got someone here to see you. None of my business, but remember, she nearly cost you once before.”
“Heya, Poundy,” Waterfire said, waving up at him.
“Kid sister?” Fast Flurry asked Pounder. “‘Cause she looks a little too young for you, man.” Ground Pounder merely rolled his eyes, clapped his friend on the shoulder, then scrambled over the ring’s ropes, and hopped off the structure. “Help me cut these off,” he told her.
“Sure thing,” she said. The old man handed her a pair of scissors, and Waterfire wondered for a second if he was going to stab her with it. Instead, he dismissed her with an irritated wave of his hand and then went off to help Fast Flurry. Pounder gestured to the nearby bench, and both sat down.
“You know, I haven’t seen you in a while,” he told her.
She gave him a smile. “You know, I still love you,” she said. “I really didn’t want to date Stylin’; it was my brother’s idea.”
“Cookie—”
“Don’t call me that. That was what you and my brother used to call me when I was a kid. I’m a woman now.”
Pounder rolled his eyes. “No, you’re a sixteen year old girl – and I’m twenty-two, and I box for a living.”
She gave him a tender look. “I’m a patient girl – I can wait.”
“No, you’re an infatuated girl.” He groaned. “You know Old Man Prizefighter doesn’t like us boxers having girlfriends – and given your history, Cookie—”
“Waterfire or Wai. Not Cookie.”
“Fine. Look, Waterfire: your brother’s my best friend. You’re his kid sister. Maybe – maybe – if you were eighteen...but you’re not.”
She smirked. “You didn’t seem to have that issue three years ago.”
“Yeah, well, both me and your brother were drunk and may I remind you it was you that started it? Look, I don’t want to talk about this right now—”
“What, don’t want to tell the world that you made out with me and fondled my thirteen-year-old tits? Or that if I wasn’t so afraid, I would’ve slept with you that night?” A girlish smile came onto her face as she told him, “Trust me, I remember. And I don’t think that any of my boyfriends since were as manly.”
“Waterfire, do you even know what….” He trailed off when he remembered what she’d been through the past few months; he did care about her, even if not in that way. “Okay, let’s talk about that later. What do you want?”
“I need help. I’ve got this...pond scum…that’s fucking with me and my best friend. Now normally I wouldn’t care, but he’s one of the assholes from the case that got off scot-free. And now he’s after me and Minnie.”
That got Pounder’s attention. “What?”
“Look, I’m really scared, the cops aren’t too worried and this guy won’t leave us alone! And if we try something in the courts, we can’t afford that again. Hell, even the school thinks I’m making it up. Sooner or later, he’s going to do something, Poundy, and I’m really afraid.”
“I’m not stupid, Waterfire – you’re asking me to beat someone up. May I remind you that I’m not just some guy off the streets? I’m a professional boxer, and that means that what would be simple battery to someone is assault with a deadly weapon in this state? If I get caught….”
“Please, Poundy. I don’t know who to turn to.” She leaned forward and took his hands in hers. “Even if you don’t love me or want my affections, I know that you still care about me and want me safe.” She gave him her most devastating smile; part of her felt ill for using him like this, but he was her best hope. And besides, she trusted him completely.
He looked at her intently, then groaned. “I know I’m going to regret this. Look, come over my place at eight tonight. We can have dinner and you can tell me everything. And don’t get any ideas; this is just dinner and a talk and nothing else.” He rose from the bench, adding, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to hit the shower.”
“Need help?”
He shook his head. “You’re never going to give up, are you?”
She smiled genuinely. “You’ll know where to find me the day of my eighteenth birthday. Don’t make any plans, okay?” Despite everything he couldn’t help but smile, and as he walked away, she felt good about herself…
...until she heard Old Man Prizefighter from behind her. “And you know what the worst thing for a boxer is? Ain’t a girlfriend, missy – no, it’s a girl like you: the kind that wraps ‘em around their finger and then drains ‘em dry until they’re just a husk. I’ve known too many fighters ruined like that. If you really care about him like you say you do, you’ll never see him again.”
She turned and glared at him. “Fuck you, old man.”
“Yeah, whatever kid – that’s why I’ve been divorced three times.”
“You’re a fucking idiot, you know that, Notes?” Wildfire looked across the table at him with a look of sheer disgust.
Sitting next to her, Pencil Code nodded. “I don’t always agree with her, but she’s right, Notes: what you’re talking about is absolutely stupid.”
“Look, it’s gotta work!” Noteworthy said.
“Yeah,” she scoffed. “Too bad this isn’t a Northbrook film. What next, planning to wear a longcoat and hold a boombox over your head? What was that film again? Say Anything?”
Code looked at her. “You actually know that film?”
She grinned. “Netflix and chill, baby.”
The three were having lunch in the Burger Shack, and discussing Noteworthy’s plan: given that there was a stream behind Minuette’s house, he’d play an acoustic guitar and serenade her. Granted, even he admitted that the idea seemed kinda silly, but then he told her that someone had once told him that Minuette had secretly discussed hoping to be wooed like that.
“Look, no offense,” Code told him, “but you’d have an easier time getting her if you did all that stuff you said that you didn’t.” Noteworthy’s eyes narrowed and Code asked, “What, too early?”
Wildfire semi-playfully slapped her friend on the back of the head and said, “Despite what dorktacular here says, Notes, this is pushing it, seriously. Colgate was a victim of a crime that you almost went to juvie for. And now you’re suggesting doing something that’s borderline stalking? Did you use your brains to make the strings for your guitar? As it is, you already have a girl that loves you and you ignore her every day!”
Noteworthy piped up at that. “I do?”
“Are you blind or just stupid?”
He thought about it for a second and realized who she was talking about. “Oh, that – you do know she’s kidding, right? Seriously. We grew up together, and while objectively she’s hot, well...so are you. And that’s objective, obviously.”
Wildfire rolled her eyes. “You suck at romance, you know that? Code, take a note: don’t be like this idiot.”
“Yeah, tell me about it. I don’t want to make the same mistake with the girl I’m chasing.” The moment the words left Code’s mouth, he realized that was the wrong thing to say.
“Oh? Did our little Pencil Code grow up while we weren’t looking?” Wildfire asked.
“We’re not talking about me,” Code said defensively.
Noteworthy, glad to have the pressure off him, shook his head. “Oh yes we are, Code. So, spill: who is it?”
“Why won’t she answer?” Minuette said aloud after calling Waterfire for the third time.
“Maybe she’s busy?” Autumn suggested. The three were having lunch at the Sugarcube Corner Cafe.
“Actually, now that I think about it, she is,” Primrose commented. “Her mother asked her to run an errand down to Chico, so she texted me last night that she was going to be on the road for most of the day. Probably why she’s not answering.”
“Probably,” Minuette agreed as she put her phone back into her purse.
“So, week’s nearly over, and we’re going back to school,” Primrose sighed. “And here I was, just enjoying the week, relaxing.”
“I dunno, I’m looking forward to going back,” Autumn piped in. “Got an afterschool project I’m working on with Compass Rose, and she’s out of town right now.”
“Compass Rose? Isn’t she the one who has the hots for Sunset Shimmer?” Primrose asked. “You think she could make it any more obvious?”
“Well, that or Shimmer’s clueless,” Autumn piped in.
“I’m sure Sunny’s got something in mind,” Minuette commented. “She’s smart like that, and she’s a good friend to have.”
Autumn took a sip of her iced chai, then grunted, “Yeah, now if she could only help you get rid of that freak.”
“Who, Noteworthy? Look, girls, he made a mistake. I know he likes me, but he also knows I don’t feel that way about him and we agreed to just be friends.”
“Wow, Cinderella, think you could live in any bigger of a fairy tale? Seriously, Minnie, the guy’s a creep. You need to stay far away from him.”
“Look, I talked to him the other day,” Primrose replied. “He’s not that bad of a guy. Worst case scenario: he can’t take a hint. But there’s a lot of guys like that out there. He’ll be fine, Autumn. Besides, even if he was the worst, I trust Minnie here to take care of herself.”
Minuette nodded in approval. “Thank you, Primmie.”
“Fine, whatever.” Autumn threw her hands up in disgust. “Just mark my words: he’s going to do something stupid, and someone’s going to end up very, very hurt – and I don’t mean merely heartbroken. Warning you guys now; he’s probably up to something, and when it happens, it’s not going to be pretty in the least.”
Derpy walked in. “Hi, Mrs. Chantenay!”
“Hello to you, Derpy. How are things going?”
“Eh, a little shakin’ to the left and a little shakin’ to the right,” Derpy said with a laugh.
“Well, Golden’s in the shower right now. Would you care for something to drink?”
“If you would.”
Chantenay escorted Derpy to the kitchen. As Derpy sat down at the kitchen table, Chantenay took two Cokes from the fridge, passing one to Derpy before sitting down and opening her own. “Derpy, dear, do you have time to talk?”
Derpy knew that tone. “Look, Mrs. C, if it’s about the alcohol, Dad already—”
Chantenay merely raised a hand. “It’s okay, dear. Frankly, I trust you and Golden to be responsible and if you want to drink at your weekend getaway, as long as you’re careful about it, I don’t mind. And yes, I’ve already discussed that with your father; I know Argent to be an upstanding man. But that’s not what I’m here to talk to you about.” The look on Chantenay’s face became one of concern as she asked, “Have you...noticed anything unusual about Golden lately?”
That put the teen on alert. “Wh-what do you mean?”
Chantenay looked her daughter’s friend right in the eyes. “Dear, something’s amiss with my daughter, and she won’t tell me. I don’t know if she’s not taking her medicine, or if it’s a side effect or something else, but I’m worried about my child, Derpy. Surely, you can understand that, right?”
Derpy nodded. “Dad’s away oftentimes, even for National Guard, so I’m watching Dinky a lot. So I understand, believe me, I do. And I wouldn’t let anything ever happen to her. I honestly don’t know what’s wrong with Carrot, but I do know that something is. So if I can help her, I will. You can count on me.”
“Good – I never expected anything less from you, dear.”
Stepping out of the shower, Carrot Top was shrouded in the steam from the hot water. She’d always taken long, hot showers, and she liked the feel of the mist enshroud her. Walking over to the full-length mirror affixed to the door, she wiped it off and looked at herself. She tried to imagine herself as the pinnacle of female beauty, but then there was that damned scar, that angry red line that the doctors promised would go away or be covered up in time if she let growth there. But that would be hiding the truth, admitting that she was no longer the perfect ideal that every girl aspired to and that she was defective.
Sighing, she turned away from the mirror and went over to the sink. Wrapping the towel around herself again, she opened the cabinet and started to put things together to make herself presentable for the weekend over at Derpy’s. She had just started slipping on her underwear when she felt a pair of hands slither from behind her and grab her in a very uncomfortable manner.
“Well, these haven’t faded away yet,” Other Carrot said, and Carrot screamed in fear. Other Carrot laughed and said, “They can’t hear you. It’s just you and me, and that’s the way it should be, right?”
Instinctively, Carrot grabbed her brush and brandished it like a weapon. “Stay away from me! Just go away!”
“Oh, but I can’t do that – I still have to set you straight!” Other Carrot commented, moving step by step closer. “I mean, look at me, then look at you! I’m beautiful and gorgeous, and you – you’re a broken wreck, a piece of shit that no man will ever love or want. Hell, you probably couldn’t even get a dyke to come near you at this point!” Other Carrot moved closer and ran a finger across Carrot’s chest; the latter girl shuddered at the touch. “You still have a chance, though – but that’s only if you listen to me.”
Carrot reached over and yanked her doppelganger’s hand away. “No! I won’t kill myself! And you’re not even real! You’re just a figment of my imagination.”
The answer to that was Other Carrot approaching and kissing Carrot, groping, feeling, and touching her in the parts that despite herself, Carrot longed for. After all, this was her body and she knew what pleased her – but this wasn’t right...it…wasn’t...right….
Other Carrot laid the true one onto the floor. “You know it’s true. You want to be perfect again. You can hide it from the world, from your best friend and your family, but you can’t hide it from me. You can’t hide it from yourself.” Other Carrot leered at the body splayed on the ground, the look in the girl’s eyes one of fear and comprehension. “How many times have you wondered what it’s like to make love with perfection?”
“Too many times,” came the subdued words from Carrot Top as her walls were breached, her defenses fell and the horrible truth poured in like a raging horde bent on sacking the city that was her mind.
“And you can have that,” Other Carrot said. “And you can have me, if you want. But you can’t have any of that until you’re perfect again.” The duplicate – the perfect duplicate, something Carrot was not, she realized – vanished into the fading steam, as if she was never there. But her words echoed away: “Just one shot, Golden Harvest, then...perfection. And the love you’ve missed, the perfection you’ve missed...will be yours again and yours forever."
Carrot blinked and when she did, the steam had gone away. She lay on the ground, completely naked, her underwear and towel removed. And as she looked at her body, she saw her scarlet letter – that surgical scar that would remain with her forever.
Unless I obtain perfection.
Getting to her knees, Carrot Top wept.
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I'm surprised this is still around.
6920222
Are you suggesting you want me to delete it?
6920222 Why?
And by that, I mean why are you surprised that this is still around?
Ir's an excellent story, and it's just getting really good. Why would you think that Shin would either give up on it an cancel it, or unpublish/delete it?
6920278 NO! I forgot I had it in my tracking libery.
6920297 I'm surprised that it's still around because the last time I read it was... last summer.
6920336 Ah, I see.
Well, Shin's been busy with stuff since then, I think.
6920336 I know what you did last summer.
6920394 ...'Kay? What did I do?
6920452
Had to look back at the past two chapters to understand a little of what's going on. So we've got a suicidal Carrot about to have access to guns, and a 16-year old judo fighter about to get into a fight with a pro boxer to protect her man, presumably in Minuette's back yard with a boombox blaring on the shoulders of said man? Does that about do it?
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Maaaaaaaybe.
Okay Carrot really needs to get a grip on this thing or something really bad might happen.