Act I - 06 - Living in Your Own Little World
Act I:
“Charade You Are”
Chapter Six:
“Living in Your Own Little World”
“Mom, Dad, I’m home!” Rarity said as she opened the door, levitating her suitcases and bags, turned to see her mother and father standing there, with her mother’s chest covered in cloth.
“Dear, I and your mother have something to show you!” Magnum said, as Pearl walked up to Rarity and pulled back the cloth covering her chest to reveal a tiny white baby filly with a light purple and pink mane sleeping quietly.
“Mom…?” Rarity said, dropping her bags in shock.
Pearl pulled her cloth back over her chest, her horn glowing as she smoothed it over. Magnum took a quick step toward them, one back, and then one forward again, his tail twitching the way it did when he was trying to think.
“Well, you see, honey, err…your mom thought that-well, since you were having finals and that’s always a hard time for you kids-”
“I have a sister and you never told me?” Rarity said, her face the very portrait of confusion. “Is THAT why you didn't come to my graduation? Because I just got a sister??” she said, staring simultaneously confused and angry at her mother.
“Honey-” Magnum said, reaching out a hoof to calm Rarity down.
“And you!” she turned on Magnum, who took a step back. “You didn't tell me? You called me every single day and your best explanation was ‘you know your mother?’”
“Sweetie-” He said, trying again to reach out and calm her down.
“I knew she was cold blooded,” Rarity said, turning back on her mother. “I knew she a completely reprehensible and unemotional husk, but I didn’t know you’d be so disgustingly selfish! You’re the most egotistical, self-absorbed, soulless pony I've ever met! I've never dealt with a pony who cared so little about manipulating and exploiting the hearts and feelings of others for her own personal gain like you do!”
“Now you stop right there, young filly,” Pearl said in a such a firm and venomous voice that Rarity clamped her mouth shut. “Are you seriously going to call me selfish and manipulative? You’re always manipulating your father’s love for you as an excuse to do whatever the buck you want! He is too busy worrying about not hurting your precious little feelings and not concerning himself with the fact that you waste millions upon millions of dollars partying and building your pointless little toys and gadgets that do nothing useful at all!”
There was a weighted pause as both Rarity and Pearl glared at each other hatefully.
“Well Mother,” Rarity finally said, her voice icy. “I respectfully disagree. I think I have all the rights in the world to accuse you, since everything I know about life has come from your cold, heartless mind. you have no business telling me I’m wrong. all you do is sit around all day doodling overpriced dresses and hats for fancy snobs to go and wear to play dress up! What I build is advancing technology and medicine, something that actively HELPS ponies!”
With that she spun around, grabbing her bags with her magic, and started towards the door.
“Where are you going-” Magnum began.
“Away,” Rarity replied, continuing towards the door.
“But honey!” Magnum trotted up beside her. “You just got home! Your mother’s a bit…uh, hormonal from all this baby business but she’ll be back to normal in a few-”
“That’s why I’m leaving,” Rarity said. “This is the first time I’ve actually had an honest conversation with her and I think I finally know what I should have done years ago. I can’t stand being in the same room with her. I’m going to go insane if I stay here any longer! And no matter what you’re going to say, I know I can’t live with a pony who hates everything that I love. And goodness knows if I were to stay around here, that precious little baby isn’t going to be able to follow every little word that comes from her oh-so-knowledgeable mother’s mouth!”
“B-But dearie!” Magnum tried to call out to Rarity, but she ignored him completely, instead too angered to hear anything more than her mother’s off-handed remark as she stepped out the door.
“Don’t humiliate yourself, Magnum. She’ll be back.”
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Rarity blinked rapidly for a moment, clearing away the bad memories and refocusing her attention on the diamond she had been chipping away at for what seemed to be hours. She could still feel the dull, throbbing ache in the middle of her chest, which signaled that, even with Kili's makeshift electromagnet in her chest, she probably didn’t have much more time before the inevitable. As she chipped away at the diamond, she wondered exactly how painful would it be. Would it just be a brief, piercing pain before her heart stopped and she died? Or would it be slower, more tortuous, with her feeling each individual shard of metal piercing through her heart, leaving her to wallow in agony for possibly hours.
“Hey,” came Kili’s voice, distracting Rarity from her dark musings. “Don’t worry, we’ll fix this. Just watch.” he said, putting a paw on her shoulder. She sighed, letting her shoulders sag.
“Thank you...I suppose…” she replied, going back to chipping away at the diamond. “I think it’s just that...everything’s changed in my life right now, and I just feel lost.” she continued, briefly pausing to wipe away some excess diamond dust. “To know that everything I’ve worked for is being use for something so...savage, so brutal and soulless. And what did I do? Sit around at home eating pretzels and glaring at my sister for being younger than me, or waste my time trying to find the next stallion to bed and twiddle around all day in my laboratory.” she sighed sadly, putting down her makeshift carving tool and gently rubbing the magnet. “I just want all this madness and pain and confusion to end…” she said, looking towards Kili sadly. “You know what I mean Kili?”
Kili seemed pensive, as if intensely contemplating his answer. Finally, after what seemed like an abnormally long time, he spoke. “In fact I do Ms. Belle, you’ve only ever been exposed to the best the world had to offer you, and now you’re faced with the sheer viciousness and savagery that the real world holds. Compound that with the fact your very life is hanging on by a thread of copper.” He paused for a moment as he seemed to double check an equation, after nodding his head satisfied with whatever his result was, he continued. “I believe that right now you are having a crisis of faith, of identity, of your own worth as a pony as you are forced to look at the heritage you leave behind and the things it’s caused. I have seen many friends of mine who leave to become soldiers only to come back after war broken and hollow, and in more than just a physical sense. Just as you are now. It always ends up being the the scars we can't see that hurt and define us the most.” He paused again, his voice tight. Rarity opened her mouth to speak, but Kili shook his head slightly. “Sorry just some bad memories. And I must be honest with you Ms. Belle, if you wanted some kind words, I’m sorry that I really don’t have any to give you,” he said, his voice now humble. “But if you want advice know this: It is easy to find a reason to die but it is much harder to find one to live.”
Rarity said nothing, instead simply staring at Kili as he worked on another healing potion, so deep in thought on his words she almost didn’t notice that she was working on autopilot and that she appeared to be done shaping the gem. She looked down at the diamond, and she couldn’t help but smile thinly with pride. Kili was right. It was easier to want to die than to live. But lying on the table in front of her was the instrument to her salvation.
“Well...here it is…” she said, her voice quiet, and her hoof once more idly stroked the magnet in her chest. “Are you ready Kili?” she asked, looking him in the eyes. Kili looked at her, then the magnet and lastly the diamond before nodding slightly. Rarity took this as her cue, and her horn illuminated,
“I suppose so yes. But I will say it’s going to be rather difficult to switch out the magnet for the diamond…I mean...square peg, round hole and all.” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck slightly.
Rarity nodded. “Yes...it will be. But you’re right Kili, it’s easier to just give up,” she paused, sniffing slightly. “But you know what? I’m not going to give up. I-” she felt an excruciating pain her chest and doubled over in pain. Kili rushed to her side,
“You okay?” he asked, helping to prop her up. Rarity kept her hoof on her chest, and she swore she could feel each individual shard scraping it’s way through her chest and towards her heart. She could hear the battery humming drop in and out sporadically, and she tried to flare her horn in an attempt to inject some energy into the faltering battery long enough to prevent the heart attack she was sure she was about to suffer. Then, just as unexpectedly as the humming faltered, it revved up again and Rarity felt a surge of energy flow through her. She took several deep, gulping breaths and the pain in her chest ebbed away and her heart rate stabilized.
"I th-think I'm okay n-now..." She said, her voice trembling. "B-But I th-think we re-really should try and get the gem in my chest as soon as possible.
"Are you sure? You really haven't had much rest, maybe you should-"
"No!" Rarity countered. "If that battery slips up again like that I'm probably not going to survive. It's either now..." Her horn flared and the gem began to shimmer and glow from the inside. "Or never." She finished, a smile spreading across her face as the gem continued to glow a cool, blue light. She couldn’t help but feel a touch of pride at the fact that, even in the face of this plummeting from grace, she had been able to craft something wonderful. She looked towards Kili, who was staring at the gem like a foal in a candy shop, his eyes wide with wonder.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” she said, and Kili simply nodded. Rarity nodded as well, already bracing herself however, for what she knew what was going to happen next. “Have you got any of that healing potion left?”
Kili looked down at Rarity and nodded, a worried look on his face. “Yeah...but not that much, maybe only the one vial.”
“Well that’ll have to do then...let’s just hope everything works out nicely.” she said, walking over to her cot and laying down chest up. Kili looked visibly worried as he opened the draw of the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of what Rarity assumed was chloroform. He opened it, pouring some on a cloth.
“Ready?” he asked, holding the cloth at the ready. Rarity nodded. Taking a deep breath, Kili lowed the cloth above her face. Before the chloroform could take effect however, Rarity held up a hoof.
“What?” Kili asked, halting and looking at her. “Something wrong?”
“No...I just wanted to say thank you...just in case…” Rarity replied, doing her best not to let her emotions get the better of her. She felt her heart warm slightly at the sight of Kili smiling, a welcome sight amongst all the darkness that had been dominating her life for the past few days.
“You’re welcome Ms. Belle.” he replied simply, “On the count of three okay? One,”
Rarity took a breath, nodding.
“Two,”
She closed her eyes, bracing herself.
“Three.”
The wet chloroform soaked cloth dropped over her nose and she inhaled deeply, feeling herself slip away into unconsciousness.
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“Ow...my head,” Rarity groaned, gently rubbing her hoof over the sore bump on her forehead. “Ugh...my chest,” she added, the burning fire in her chest being the next thing she noticed. Her vision was fuzzy and she craned her neck around to see Kili standing over her, a relieved smile on his face.
“Did it work?” she asked, hoping she wasn’t just having a bizarre out of body experience. Kili nodded.
“It did.” he said, his voice dripping with relief. Rarity smiled, leaning her head back on the cot and letting out a long, tired sigh of relief. Her eyes drifted down as far as they could and she was greeted by the cool, blue glow of the diamond.
“Wonderful...simply wonderful,” she said. “I wish I didn’t have such a tremendous headache though,” she groaned, rubbing the sore spot on her forehead again. Kili smiled guilty.
“Well...the chloroform kinda wore off about two hours into surgery. Kinda had to knock you out with this,” he held up the now empty bottle of chloroform. “Sorry about that.”
Rarity couldn’t help but laugh at the mental image of her waking up like that. “Oh that’s okay...you handled it much better then I would have. I probably would have fainted.” she chuckled as she tried to prop herself up slightly, just to get a tad bit more comfortable. Kili was quick to hoof her the vial of Zebrican healing potion. Rarity eyed it with raised eyebrows.
“I have to drink this don’t I?” she asked, her voice falling slightly. Kili nodded.
“Yeah. It’s not that bad actually...kinda tastes like bacon.” he said, shrugging slightly.
Rarity couldn’t help but grimace at the thought. “Well...we ponies aren’t exactly big on eating bacon.” she said, swallowing tensely before taking the vial in hoof. She closed her eyes tightly and downed the syrupy liquid in one go, her face involuntary twisting like a pretzel at the overwhelmingly meaty flavor of the potion. Of course, as soon as it left her mouth and made it’s way down her throat, she could feel the potion going to work, as it sent a thousand little tingles through her body as the pain in her chest and head faded away into nothingness. The next feeling she felt was pure magic running through her body, stemming from her chest. It felt like having a miniature sun implanted in her chest, warming the entire area around it with life giving energy.
“I think it’s safe to say that the surgery was a success, don’t you?” she asked, looking towards Kili. Kili nodded, obviously relieved beyond words.
Rarity smiled, leaning back on her cot. “I would normally say that this calls for a celebration...but I’m honestly quite exhausted…” she said, yawning as her body loosened up. “I mean, having two chest cavity surgeries in as many days really tends to make one…*yawn*...tired right?”
Kili nodded. “Sure thing. Take your rest. You’ll need it.” he said, his voice sounding more worried than anything. Rarity raised an eyebrow.
“For what?” she asked, and Kili simply glanced to the so-far untouched pile of missiles and rockets.
“Oh…” she murmured, her heart sinking again at the reminder of why she had even been kept alive thus far. She looked over to Kili, who was now sitting on his cot, readying it for bed. Instead of saying a proper good night, the pair simply traded glances before Kili switched off the light, leaving Rarity alone with her diamond, which still glowed brightly, it’s light flickering off the cold, heartless metal of the missiles nearby.
Without saying a word, Rarity shifted in her cot and pulled the strachy cover over her body. she was tired. It had been a long day, and, while she was glad that she was now free from that wretched car battery, and no longer had to worry about dropping dead of a heart attack, that didn’t change the fact that she was hundreds, if not thousands of miles from home, and still locked inside a dark cave, surrounded by her enemies, all of whom expected her to build them a weapon. With that worrisome prospect on her mind, she finally surrendered to sleep, her eyelids falling like curtains over her eyes.
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Rarity found herself alone on a beach, with the waves of the ocean lapping at her hooves. She looked around. She had no memory of how she ended up here or why she even had a reason for being at this beach in the first place.
Unlike most beaches she’d been to, the ground beneath her hooves was more like pebbles rather than sand, with each pebble being almost supernaturally smooth. She looked ahead to see the ocean stretched out before her for what seemed like an eternity. She raised an eyebrow. While the water at her hooves seemed to move in and out like another other ocean tide, the rest of the water seemed to be almost as smooth as glass, reflecting the dark cloudy sky above like a mirror. She lifted a hoof and gently tapped the water, and watched quizzically as the ripples went out in perfect rings, barely disturbing the mirror like reflection of the sky above. What was even more strange was the gentle, almost sonar like ‘ping’ sound that came when her hoof had touched the water. She retracted her hoof, stepping back slightly.
Furrowing her brow slightly, she started to walk alongside the shoreline, looking around, wondering where she might find anyone. This place, for reasons she couldn’t quite pinpoint, gave her the chills. Maybe it was the perpetually whistling wind that never seemed to let up, and while it caused her mane to idly blow in the breeze, the water still remained perfectly still. What is going on here? she thought, still searching for anyone else on the beach. Her hoofsteps halted when she caught sight of a distant, black figure sitting down the beach.
“H-hello?” she called out, waving towards the figure. The figure seemed to notice her, as it raised what looked like a hoof towards her before turning and walking up the beach towards the high cliffs that loomed overhead. Rarity let out a frustrated sigh. “Hey! Come back here!” she called out, her walk shifting to a canter, and then to a gallop as she rushed to catch up with whomever the figure was. She followed it up the cliffside, happy to find a staircase that had been carved out of the rock. She could see the figure already at the top of the staircase, having seemingly climbed up it in mere seconds.
“Slow down!” she called out, starting to follow it up the staircase. As she climbed up the staircase, her ears caught a low, croaking voice calling out her name. She paused, looking down to see, of all things, a large frog that looked up at her with vacant eyes.
“What the hay are you doing here?” she asked, not understand why a frog would suddenly appear. The frog simply shrugged.
“All I know is that you’re on a stairway to heaven.” he croaked. Rarity simply stared, blank faced at the frog. She blinked several times before looking around. She wondered if this was some kind of really elaborate prank.
I don’t see any cameras… she thought, her train of thought interrupted by the frog again.
“Didn’t ya hear me? You’re on a stairway to heaven!” he insisted. Rarity simply scoffed.
“Don’t you know you’re one heck of an annoying frog?” she asked incredulously. The frog shrugged again.
“Fine. Be that way. But don’t say I didn’t warn ya…” And with that, the frog hopped down the staircase and away from Rarity. Rarity simply rolled her eyes. She didn’t have time for talking frogs. She continued up the staircase, and could have sworn the staircase was getting longer and longer with each passing step.
“Oh come on, how tall is this damn thing…” she muttered. As soon as she said this however, she found herself at the top of the staircase. Weird…. she thought, looking around to see the top of the cliff face. It looked like a large, open field of poppies and clovers. In the center of this small field was a small and simple looking table. Sitting next to it was the black cloaked figure from before.
“Um...hello?” Rarity asked, walking through the field and towards the figure. The figure looked towards her, it’s features hidden by it’s hood. It lifted an alabaster hoof and beckoned towards her.
“Come,” it said, it’s voice low. “Care for some tea?” it asked, levitated a teapot and an empty tea cup that was perched on a saucer. Rarity shrugged.
“Um...thank you,” she said, taking the cup and saucer in her magic. The figure nodded, levitating the teapot and pouring what looked like chai tea. Rarity took a sip, relishing the spicy flavor. It had been quite awhile since she had sat down and had a proper cup of the drink, and even though this was most likely a dream, it was still nice to have the wonderful taste in her mouth again.
“You’re probably wondering who I am…” the figure said, causing Rarity to look up from her cup with a raised eyebrow.
“Well...yes, yes I was wondering.” Rarity replied. The figure chuckled.
“Oh I used to be somepony...somepony everypony knew. Made quite an impact on the world.”
“Really?” Rarity asked, honestly intrigued as to the identity of her mysterious drinking partner. “What did you do?”
“Oh this and that. Mostly worked with machines...gizmos...you know how it is.” the figure replied, it’s voice sounding somewhat nostalgic.
“Oh really? I’m a machinist as well,” Rarity said. The figure tilted its head.
“Oh I knew that….” it said, waving a hoof dismissively. Rarity raised an eyebrow.
"Um...have we met?" She asked, setting the cup and eying the hooded figure with suspicion.
“Not technically no…” the figure said, shifting as if it were uneasy. “I mean...not yet anyways…”
“What do you mean ‘not yet?’” Rarity asked incredulously. She was growing impatient of this mysterious pony. “Come now, who are you and why am I here?”
There was a long pause and Rarity could tell the figure was thinking about something. The figure finally sighed grumply. “Oh fine…” it said, pulling it’s hood back to reveal...
Rarity simply blinked. The pony sitting in front of her was an almost perfect doppelganger, except that her mane was now tied back into a tight ponytail and her coat had lost much of it’s luster. She carried herself with an aura of defeatedness, as if she had lost everything.
“What?” was all Rarity could say. “What is going on?” she asked aloud. Her doppelganger shrugged. As it shrugged, her cloak opened slightly, providing Rarity a glimpse of the large, brightly glowing diamond in the center of her chest.
“Who are you?!” Rarity asked, leaning forward. The doppelganger leaned back slightly, and held a glove covered hoof up.
“You could say that I’m you...or rather a potential version of you.” it said, taking a sip of the tea.
“What do you mean a potential version of myself? What are you even doing all the way out here?”
The doppelganger sighed. “Well...after you’re - excuse me - our captivity, I was finally released…”
Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
The doppelganger nodded. “Yes...but I soon found out that my company...well let’s just say wasn’t dealing with the most...law abidings of clients. I tried to stop it I really did, but…” she sighed taking another sip. “...I just felt no passion for my work any more. Everything felt passionless...static…pointless. No matter how often I tried to inject life into my work, try to restore meaning to it, it just lead to pain.”
“But what about Kili? What happened to him?” Rarity asked.
“Oh him? He went back to his family. I assume he’s alright, I really don’t know,” the doppelganger said, taking another sip.
“And what about Written Script? Or Sweetie Belle?” Rarity insisted. The doppelganger waved a hoof dismissively.
“Oh them? They left. After I was bought out they didn’t want to stay around.”
Rarity shook her head. “No way. That can’t be possible. Written Script’s been with me since college! He’d never leave me. Not in a million years.”
The doppelganger scoffed. “That’s what I used to think. Then he left. I haven’t even seen him in ten years.”
Rarity simply looked at her doppelganger in shock. Was this what she was destined to become? A frail and reclusive pony who seemed to be utterly defeated by life.
“If you’re wondering what happened after he left, I simply decided to stay indoors. Work on my designs...nothing else to do really. All my friends abandoned me, so I abandoned the world.”
Rarity said nothing, instead simply baffled at the sheer ambivalence that her doppelganger had towards life.
“You’re lying. I’d never let that happen!” With that, Rarity stood up, turning away and heading back the way she came.
“Hold on darling! Don’t leave me here!”
Rarity stopped, turning and looking towards her doppelganger with disdain. “Listen here you, I’m not your ‘darling’. And try as I might, I will be sure that I never come to resemble anything that is even a pale shade of what you are. Understand?”
Her doppelganger leaned back slightly. “Why are you getting all bent out of shape? There’s no reason for you to be angry. There’s really no way you can fight...this…” as she said this, the doppelganger seemed to shift and morph to resemble a pitch black, armor garbed alicorn with a long flowing mane that was midnight blue. Her eyes were now snake like and looked at Rarity with an almost demonic hatred.
Before Rarity had a chance to turn and run, the creature leap towards her and everything went black.
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Ummm... wasn't I a co writer as well?
Hooray!
Iron Mare is back!
Cool chapter, I really want to see how the rest of the story develops.
Also, Nightmare Moon.
Continuity~! -BOOM-
I think that should be the other way around.
Is everyone and their grandma ponifying the Marvel Cinematic Universe lately?
I noticed a couple of mistakes, at one point dollars were used, where in previous chapters bits were used. Also you called Nightmare Moon's mane 'bitch black', unless that was deliberate?
Amusing typo notwithstanding, I'd personally suggest not using the exact same description twice in a row like that.
Anywhom, a lovely look into Iron Rarity's past and psyche, finally have the reactor implanted, and if her reaction to the Nightmare Sequence is any indication, we're about to get real. Lookin' forward to it!
3217478 Yes I'll fix that typo...
3217981 I thought I fixed that typo.
3217567 Why?
Is that a problem?
I know pretty well that I'm probably the only one of like...three guys who are doing the ENTIRE MARVEL UNIVERSE. That's gotta count for something.
I'm going to include elements of DC Comics to because I'm insane.
3217378
well.... 
....*runs off in panic*
3217365 o.O
I'll see what I can do....the song has to fit the chapter you know.
And tone down the Royal Canterlot Voice dude...
3218398 Well live and learn.
And I SWEAR I did NOT mean to say 'Bitch Black'...I'm pretty sure I fixed that but lemme go check anyways.
3218470 Don't worry about it if you forgot. You've seemed a little scatterbrained since I met you, no offense
3218555 Oh good then!
3217365 It was the opening song, that doesn't really make it the theme song. Black Sabbath's Iron Man is the trilogy's unofficial theme song.
3218719 Exactly. And even then I haven't found a place to use it...I hope too though.
3218739 How about right after Rarity tells the world "I am Iron Mare" and then the guitar busts in and Ozzy's voice comes in "Can she see is or is she blind" so on and so forth.
3218854 Probably...
3218398 Oh dammit my brain must have auto correct or something I completely missed that.
3217567 Don't hate, Appreciate.
I spotted a Cowboy Bebop reference in the dream!
The talking frog telling Rarity that the staircase leads to heaven...
Anyway, love it!
3219013 25.media.tumblr.com/0c4de33d2cd316a75f72c27297aebfe7/tumblr_mfq24akST11ql0l7mo2_r1_500.gif
Yup!
3218467
Not a problem. It's just that I have my Celestia's Avengers series going in addition to my contribution to the expanded universe of Fallout: Equestria. Though the only similarity is that we both cast Rainbow Dash as Thor.
Interesting. The dream sequence there looks kind of ominous of possible things to come.
Also, hurray for Rarity! She lives!
Good chapter and I'll see ya around for the next one.
~ Super-Brony12
3220119 Oh really?
KWEL
3220570
Indeed. I cast Twilight as Iron Mare.
3221170 Awesome!
Anyone else?
3221176
Hulk: Spike
Director Fury: Spitfire
3222070 EXCELLENT!
3218467
Which aspects? *Is a Marvel/DC fanfilly.*
3227606 oh quite a bit actually...See here for exactly how much...
Can't wait to find out who Nightmare Moon is in the Marvel U!
3527110 Thanos
Dream sequence at the end was undoubtedly the best part of this fic so far, at least for me it was. Story's coming together very nicely, very nicely indeed.
Gotta say "Diamond arc" makes me feel like she has a jewelry Box embedded into her chest... Which makes me think of a Punk version of rarity with a bit f a Piercing addition... not pretty.
I suggest, and prefer, "Mana Reactor", as its a power generator and amp for her magic energy, which in other settings is referred to as "Mana".
*goes back to running from the Mental image of Psycho Punk Rarity*