Sweetie Belle becomes depressed by certain outcomes, and the rest of the CMC try to help her out.
In Ponyville, Sweetie Belle wakes up in her everyday home, only to discover that she's been left alone! She quickly turns to her friends who do their best to help... But it isn't enough to bring Sweetie Belle's heart back up from the shadows.
Sweetie Belle was so excited Saturday night. It was eight o'clock and Sweetie couldn't be more excited. She hoped off the sofa in the living room of Carousel Boutique to her sister Rarity. "Rarity! I'm so excited! Are you excited, because I'm excited. I can't believe it. I mea-" she shrieked with excitement to her sister.
"Calm yourself, Darling. Yes it's true Manehatten is calling, but no reason to shout! Now, are your bags packed? I'll go over my list just to make sure- You do the same," Sweetie Belle's sister, Rarity said as she trotted up the marble stairs to her bedroom.
Sweetie Belle couldn't handle the excitement. She rushed up to her room and began packing: Books, Pencils, Paper, Diary, Clothes, Shoes, Swimsuit, Reading Glasses, and Twenty Two Bits. Sweetie Belle put her bags in the corner of her room and put on her lavender night gown. She'd have to pack that as well when she woke up. Sweetie Belle yelled a goodnight to her sister, Rarity, as she fell asleep in her bed- barely.
As Luna's moon rose up from the peaks, and Celestia's sun set that night, Sweetie Belle (who had to go to bed early) tucked herself in, and opened the blinds with her amazing, green glow. She was proud of herself for being able to do magic, so she was often called lazy.
Rarity, on the other hoof, was going frantic. She threw bags across the room. She woke up screaming: "PACK!" She trotted around her room. She kept Sweetie Belle awake most of the night. "Calm yourself, now, Rarity. Hurry up... I'll be late if I don't get some sleep," Rarity said to herself as she trotted over to her vanity and put curlers in her mane and made duplicates of pillows to sleep on, and not mess up her mane. She crawled into bed and tucked herself in, using a cyan aura to put on her sleeping mask. The white mare also put duct tape on her muzzle so she did not snore. How gross! Sweetie Belle, however did not mind, and often woke her older sister up.
As everypony that night in Ponyville was asleep, as soon as the clock ticked to five a.m., Rarity teleported out of bed and took out the curlers in her mane as she teleported a blue bell dress on her. She put in golden earrings and a silver necklace. The white mare scurried to write a note in her neatest hoofwriting with her horn.
My Dearest Sweetie Belle,
Good morning. I am sorry I had not yet told you, but you will be staying with Twilight Sparkle in her palace. Aren't you excited? I admit, it's not Manehatten, but it is summer, and Twilight said she'd love to have you. She should be here at around seven thirty. Your friends may visit under Twilight's permission and remember your manners. I was going to let you go to your other sister, Applejack's home, but I remembered it was a farm. Be fabulous and nice. Write to me everyday, through Spike. I talked with the two and we agreed that it's fine. Here is the address to mail to: 3127 East Grassfield Street, Manehatten Have fun with Twilight Sparkle and Spike!
Your Sister, Rarity
Rarity levitated her bags with a cyan glow, and took one last glance at the clock before she made breakfast for herself: 5:27 a.m. Rarity's train left at six, and she still had to do some things. She made herself a bagel with cream cheese (Rarity received one ounce cream cheese every week on a Thursday). She ate it and looked at the clock once more in the kitchen: 5:32 a.m. She ran to grab the note, and taped it on the inside of Sweetie Belle's door. She then left at exactly 5:34 a.m.
Sweetie Belle woke up at around eight a.m. and got up to get dressed. She looked over at the clock. The white mare scurried to get her dress on. Then, she saw a note. From her sister, Rarity! It couldn't be a fraud, because the i's were dotted with hearts, and it was written in pink! The younger sister opened the note from her older sister to find what was written inside.
"Dear Sweetie Belle, Your not coming to Manehatten with me. Your going to be with Twilight Sparkle instead! P.S. I hate you!" Sweetie Belle screeched to her friends outside as they came to pick her up for crusading that day.
"Ah'm sure she din't say exactly that," Applebloom said outside the Carousel Boutique.
"I don't know, Sweetie Belle. Applebloom, your right. Where's the note? Me and Applebloom should take a look at it," Scootaloo said.
"Applebloom and I, Scootaloo. You used incorrect grammar. Now, I have the note. It's in my room. I'll go get it real quick," Sweetie Belle said, dissappearing into her room for quite a while before coming back out, levitating a note with a light green aura. "Here."
The other two crusaders looked at the note. "But it's a Saturday! We have school in two days! You told Ms. Cheerilee that you were going on a vacation to Manehatten for the rest of the month!" Scootaloo gasped.
"So? She 'an just t'll Ms. Cheerilee 'at she dint end up goin," Applebloom said.
"So?! So she told the class! She told Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon! They'll pick on her! They'll laugh at her! They'll be mean to her! They'll-" Scootaloo said.
"Have to deal with us," Applebloom said, cutting off Scootaloo, mid-sentence.
"Right!" Sweetie Belle sparked from her horn. "Cutie!"
"Mark!" Applebloom said.
"Crusaders!" Scootaloo said.
"TOGETHER!!" they all chanted.
And Sweetie Belle suddenly felt less sad. She knew something- she had two amazing girls by her side. And they'd deal with everything together. As one!
The three fillies arrived at Princess Twilight Sparkle's kingdom/castle place, that they named themselves. Applebloom knocked on the door as the Princess replied, "Coming!" and arrived at the door to greet them. "Hi, girls! How are you three?"
"Ah'm alright, but Sweetie Belle is a little ma-" Applebloom said.
"I'M FURIOUS! HOW DARE RARITY LEAVE ME HERE IN PONYVILLE WHILE SHE GOES OFF TO MANEHATTEN?!" Sweetie Belle shouted very angry. "I CAN'T BELIEVE HER GUT!" She was now crying tears of rage, and sorrow.
"She wrote you a note. Is her address there?" Twilight tried to cheer Sweetie Belle up. She nodded. "Well, how about we write her a letter? That will be nice! You can just explain why your mad and ask why she left you in Ponyville. That way, maybe you won't be so mad anymore. Spike, please write a letter. To 3127 East Grassfield Street, Manehatten," the princess said.
Spike arrived with a quill in his claw that dripped ink on the paper. He began to write what the young, enraged unicorn said. "Dear Rarity," she said calmly. "HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME IN MANEHATTEN?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY BIG SISTER! INSTEAD YOU LEAVE ME HERE IN PONYVILLE! I AM SO FURIOUS AT YOU RIGHT NOW, AND I AWAIT YOUR APOLOGIES IN A RESPONSE TO THIS LETTER. Your sister that is very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very furious at you right now, Sweetie Belle. Oh, and Spike, can you dot the "i"'s in Sweetie Belle with hearts? Thanks!" And Spike did so. He sent the letter with his magic fire breath (the three girls also named that) and went back to do the dishes.
"Sweetie Belle, don't you think that was, um, a bit... much?" Twilight Sparkle said.
"No way! Sweetie Belle has every single Equestrian right to be mad! Her sister ditched her! And at least she has a sister!" Scootaloo pouted, envying Sweetie Belle every bit. She'd rather have a ditching, jerky sister than no sister at all. Even if that sister was into fashion, and dresses, and fru fru boring stuff.
"Yea! An' mah sister would never do som'in like 'at ta me!" Applebloom said, standing alongside Scootaloo.
"Yeah!" they said in unison.
"Sweetie Belle, why don't you unpack? You can unpack your bags upstairs, three doors down the right, then five or six hallways right, to make your way to the library where you will see two doors, you enter the left one, then go downstairs to find two hallways, take the right one, then two doors to your left is the middle door- your room!" Twilight explained.
"Can you please just show me?" Sweetie Belle asked.
"Sure," Twilight said.
The two walked and walked and walked. It seemed it would never stop! Finally, the two stopped at a large door that led to Sweetie Belle's room during her stay at Twilight Sparkle's large, LARGE castle. It was a giant room. In Sweetie Belle's mind, it was the biggest room she'd ever thought of. "Uh, Twilight..." Sweetie Belle said.
"Oh, one more thing!" Twilight said, ignoring Sweetie Belle's comment. Twilight Sparkle flew (she was pretty good at it now) to a large door and opened it- inside was a staircase. "Here, if you need me, I've enchanted it to be wherever whoever you need is. I'll call you for dinner! Have fun, Sweetie," Twilight said and flew off.
"Stupid dumb Rarity..." the young white unicorn grumbled. She heard a knock on her door, interupting her graphic, PG-13 (not for this story!) thoughts about Rarity. "It's open!" she yelled, and saw two fillies walk in. The yellow one walked up to her and hugged her.
"Les go to Sweet Apple Acers tommarow an make some applesauce! It'd be fun! Ask Twilight if you can meet us at the clubhouse," Applebloom said.
Scootaloo gasped. "Let's have a sleepover!" she shrieked, having a good idea. In a flash, three little crusaders went to the staircase and chanted "Twilight Sparkle" to find the princess making dinner.
"We wanna have a slumber party!" Sweetie Belle said, the other crusaders loyaly behind her.
"Tonight? I'm sorry, but I can't have two other fillies in my home tonight," Twilight said. "I have a meeting with the princess tomorrow, and I cannot have three fillies-"
"Havin' fun..." Applebloom said sourly.
"No, no, it's that-"
"Then why can Sweetie Belle stay?!" Scootaloo demanded.
"Rarity asked, and I planned ahead of time!" Twilight Sparkle would not lose this fight! "Also, one filly isn't as intense as three!"
"Have you even met me, Twilight? I'm as crazy as them!" Sweetie Belle shrieked.
"Which is why I cannot have three!"
"We'll be good!" the girls pleaded. "We promise!"
"I'm sorry, but my answer is 'no.'"
"Well, can I at least go to Sweet Apple Acers tomorrow?" Sweetie asked very politely.
"I suppose that can be arranged," Twilight submitted.
The three raced to Sweetie Belle's room since they knew where it was. "Alright, game plan," Scootaloo grinned, sitting in a circle with her other two friends. "Sweetie Belle, tell Twilight that your extra hungry tonight, ok? Use a teleportating spell to get us some food. I'm sure there's a book in Twilight's library. Applebloom! Find the library and get a book or a scroll for Sweetie Belle to learn the spell. I'll go grab some pillows and blankets and stuff for me and Applebloom. Be back soon!"
"Applebloom and me, Scootaloo," Sweetie Belle interupted.
"What?"
"You made a grammatical mistake," she said. "Whatever, just go! And hurry! Dinner will be done soon!"
Scootaloo flew out the window to the clubhouse where the three crusaders kept their emergency slumber party kit. If Applebloom hadn't thought of that- whew!
Applebloom came back. Sweetie Belle practiced. Scootaloo got the stuff. Twilight made dinner. Their plan was perfect. Until.... Tomorrow!
The three fillies slumbered that night, for their plan was successful... until when they woke up to a large, threatening voice. The voice of Twilight Sparkle. "SWEETIE BELLE, SCOOTALOO? APPLE BLOOM? WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE SUN ARE YOU DOING?!"
Apple Bloom stepped up, the little filly crying. "I-I... Applejack always said ta be ahnest... Ah had the ideah ahv havin' a slumber pahrty without ya'lls ok... An' we did... But ah knew it was wrong... Ah'm sorry, Twahlaght..."
The lavender unicorn looked at the three girls, sad and two crying. "Oh girls," she said, giving a second of sadness. "Don't cry..."
"You mean, we're forgiven?" Scootaloo peeped out.
"With no consequences?" Sweetie Belle said, sparks from her horn.
The older unicorn giggled. "Oh, of course not! You will clean up this mess, and take Spike's place for the week. I have a special report to the Princess today!"
After receiving a groan from all three fillies, the lavender unicorn flew off to report to Spike the news of him sleeping in as long as he would like.
"Stupid Rarity! This is all her fault! If only she would take me to Manehatten..." Sweetie Belle said, angrily.
"Well, don't forget about tomorrow..." Scootaloo brought up.
"Just another reason to hate Mahnday," Applebloom said sourly.
So after a long, excruciating day with Twilight Sparkle, The Cutie Mark Crusaders finished all the tasks that were forced onto them unfairly. So, during their break of cookies and lemonade, they plotted their Monday. "Just make something up! It's not like she'll give a buck," Scootaloo said.
Sweetie Belle gasped. "Ooh! You used a naughty word! OOOOOOHHHH!!!!" Sweetie Belle pointed a hoof and Scootaloo and "Oohed" at her rebelry.
"So? Rainbow Dash uses swears all the time. It's fine. Besides, what's the biggie?" Scootaloo said, crossing her hooves and putting on her "signature shades" before rolling her eyes at Sweetie Belle. It was hard for everypony to know that she was doing it. Or else it didn't work.
"Ya'll, let's just wait an' see," Applebloom said. And so, they waited.
"Sweetie Belle! Time for school! Get ready!!!" Twilight Sparkle yelled throughout the house.
Sleepily, the young filly arose from her twin sized bed. She turned over on this Monday, and looked at the clock. 4:29 4:30 A.M. . P.M.---- Alarm --- 6:45 "That's strange... my alarm didn't go off. And it says that it's... FOUR THIRTY?!" Reluctantly, she slouched out of the bed. She slipped on her saddlebag and combed her mane. Applebloom had brought multiple scrolls, and she learned to levitate as well. So, she went down the magical stairs and into the kitchen. "Twilight, it's too early," she said, groggily.
"It is NEVER to early. Besides, eat your breakfast. Fluttershy has brought me some eggs," Twilight said, placing an omelet in front of the sleeping filly. She poked her with a fork gently. "Sweetie, eat up! Then brush your teeth. And go to school. You should teleport there! I'll drop you off. Or, we can walk. You decide. Oh no, the toast!" Twilight ran to butter the toast for Sweetie Belle's sandwich for lunch.
"Uh-huh," she nodded, and brushed her teeth in the bathroom. Well, at least Apple Bloom and Scootaloo would be there.
Sweetie reached the school house and slumped into her seat. She examined Diamond Tiara as she went to go talk to Miss Cheerilee about homework. "The history book? It didn't have the information." Classic Tiara. Last week she squirmed out of the science project because it broke. Her essay got thrown in a river. Math homework? Lost in the Everfree. The only reason Cheerilee kept letting her off, was because Spoiled Rich was head of the schoolboard. "Alright, Diamond. But this is the last time," Cheerilee frowned. She said that the last 20 times.
"Hey!" Silver Spoon yelled at Diamond. "Look!" she pointed a hoof at a little white filly with a purple mane. "Somepony missed her train!"
"I-I didn't miss the train..." she trembled.
"Then why are you here, Blanky?" Diamond said, creeping over to Sweetie Belle. They called her "Blanky" for short of "Blank Flank" after they grew hurried to figure out the truth.
"R-Rarity left me... Here in Ponyville. But, I can assure you, she went to Manehatten!"
"Is Rarity here? No. Well, it sure is a surprise that you decided to join us today instead of being a model for your sister!"
-2 weeks earlier-
"Rarity's taking me to Manehatten. Jealous, Diamond?" "So? What are you doing there?" "I think I'm going to be a model! For Sapphire Shores!" "Oh, really?" "Really." "Really?" "For. Real." "For real?" "The realist."
-Now-
"It's the 'Realest of The Real!'" Diamond mocked.
Sweetie frowned. "Well, my sister-"
"Went to Manehatten without the little blank flank? Probably the best idea... Wouldn't want you to embarrass anypony, now would we?" Silver Spoon said, faking a pout. "Wouhn wouhn wouhhnnnn..."
"Poor thing... Neglected by her own sister!"
Sweetie Belle teared up. They were being so mean to her, and it just wasn't the least bit fair! How could a pony be so mean? Rarity didn't neglect her. Did she? The simple thought made the young white filly cringe. She hoped that the two would stop. She closed her eyes so tightly, that she couldn't tell anything apart from if she had tears or not. She gritted her teeth. However, she kept her ears perked. She still heard them.
Blank Flank.
Blanky.
Sisterless.
Regret.
Mistake.
The names killed her inside. But, she resisted the urge to cry. She felt a fire in her eyes, her muzzle stiffing, her throat had a bubble inside. She had to tell them what she really thought about them. And so...
"Diamond Tiara, you only pick on me because of your mother! She thinks you are just a worthless slob. But you know what? So. Do. I."
"W-what?! That's a load of s-"
"And Silver Spoon, you only call me those things because you are a victim of Diamond Tiara's bullying. She only wants to to think that you are her friend, so you play dog with her. Sit."
Silver Spoon, in a trance, obeyed. "Yes, Master," she spilled out as if it were an accident, which it was in this case.
Sweetie Belle didn't feel the fire anymore. The bubble was gone, popped. And her muzzle was lose. All that came from her eyes was a single trace of coldness. Not even a drop of mercy. She felt evil. Mean. A bully.
Scootaloo stepped back from her friend. "Sweetie, stop it!"
"Oh, what would you know? You're just a pegasus who can barely flap her wings. Why do I even bother hanging out with you?"
Scootaloo whimpered and took a step back. "Sweets..." she whispered.
Now this got Applebloom upset. She started on Sweetie Belle with an angry glare, then on to her little 'Ya'll should know better' speach, "Oh, now ya'll've got Scoots upset. I thought you were just one that understood us. Why don't ya'll just go play with ponies who are like ya'll- mean! Ya'll should know better. Come on, Scootaloo. We don't need her."
The school bell rang, and Sweetie Belle trotted home. She went into the kitchen, and began to make cookies. She waited for fifteen minutes and in that time, she squeezed lemons and made lemonade.
Tssk... Tssk... Brr... BRUMM... Sweetie Belle's alarm went off, and she grabbed the cookies, put them in a basket, and put the lemonade in a closeable jar, and trotted over to the Official Clubhouse of The Cutie Mark Crusaders.
She was just about there when she heard:
"I think we should kick her out. All in favor say 'I,' and raise a hoof."
"I."
"Case settled. Scootaloo, please write a pink slip."
"Next step, how about training cats?"
"I'm in! Sweetie Belle never let us-"
"Please do not talk about ex-club members/former club members/rival club members in the club."
"Yes. Sorry."
Knock... Knock...
Applebloom went to the door. "Cutie Mark Crusaders, who is it?"
"Uhm... Sweetie Belle..."
"Who?"
"Sweetie Belle!"
"I'm sorry, but you aren't a Cutie Mark Crusader. You may not enter."
"What?!"
"Rules are rules, hun," Applebloom said. "Leave, or we'll be forced to use force. Er, pun intended!"
Scootaloo put on a big grin and grabbed a squirt gun. "Muhahahaa..."
"Oh..." Sweetie Belle said, and went to Carousel Boutique. Green glowed from her horn, and the boutique was in a set of green flames. "HOW IS IT IN MANEHATTEN, SISTER?" Sweetie Belle shouted. Usually unicorn magic is weak for fillies, but when focused, or in great emotion, can be stronger than an alicorn's. The young filly crept towards the boutique. Her horn glowed, and a green shield surrounded her. She walked into the home that she once lived in. As she crept up the stairs, hate and sorrow filled her heart and mind. One thought- the picture.
When Sweetie Belle reached her sister's room, already aflame with green, she ripped off the picture she made when she was younger. The blue sapphires reflected the flames. She levitated it, then set it aflame as well. "TAKE THAT, YOU EVIL WITCH!" she screamed. "YOU EVIL, EVIL WITCH. I HATE YOU! DIE IN THIS FIRE, HAG! YOU CAN WEAR AS MUCH MAKEUP AS YOU WANT, BUT YOU'LL NEVER BE BEAUTIFUL ON THE INSIDE- ON THE INSIDE YOU ARE AS UGLY AS... AS... AS A CHANGELING!"
Somewhere in Manehatten, wherever Rarity was, Sweetie Belle wished she had heard that. She hoped it burned her heart. Rarity deserved it, after all. Right?
Sweetie Belle's shield soon began to distort, and the heat hit her face and body. She had used to much magic, but the flames stayed, since she already cast that spell. "Help!" she cried from the flaming boutique. The firetrucks began to circle and surround the flaming boutique. Firemares piled out of the trucks, but didn't get there soon enough, and little Sweetie Belle died a horrible death.
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Lol, no.
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Up until the death part, the story goes. So, a blonde mare with a beautiful brown coat came out of the truck, and broke down the door that held Sweetie Belle. She raced up the lavender stairs, the first pony besides Sweetie Belle inside. Suddenly, a large piece of ceiling came crumbling down, blocking off the mare. She bucked the ceiling as best she could, but eventually had to call for help. The smoke made it hard for her to breathe, so she couldn't cry out at all. A window! she thought, and began to look for one, but could not find one to signal for help. There is a little filly in there that needs your help, Paint! Get in there and save her! Paintbrush (that was her name) gave one last buck at the chunk, and watched it crumble into tiny bits as she raced into Rarity's bedroom. Sweetie Belle's face lit up with joy, but then grew tired and fell into a serious state.
Paintbrush picked up Sweetie Belle and raced out of the boutique. Her fellow firemares worked on putting out the fire. Soon, an ambulance came and Paintbrush put Sweetie Belle onto it. Sweetie Belle was rushed to the hospital in critical condition.
As soon as Rarity heard the news, she took the first train to Ponyville she could get. A fire? At the boutique? And what was Sweetie belle doing there anyways? She was supposed to be staying with Twilight Sparkle in... Oh Celestia.
Rarity trotted in the Saint Blue's Hospital where Sweetie Belle was staying. "Let me see her!" Rarity shouted out at a nurse.
"Shh... It's okay. Sweetie Belle is doing... okay, but the doctors are still doing some testing. She should be ready for visitors is about an hour and a half or so. I am Nurse Gold Heart. Are you her sister, Rarity?" the nurse questioned. Rarity nodded. "Ms. Rarity, there is somepony I would like you to meet. Ms. Paintbrush?" A hefty brown mare stood up, and smiled at Rarity. After the two shook hooves and introduced eachother, the nurse stepped in again. "Ms. Paintbrush here saved your sister. There was an accident at a place called..." The nurse leafed through her papers on her clipboard she levitated. "The Carousel Boutique. There was a fire, and..." Nurse Gold Heart frowned, and gave Rarity a sour face. "We think it was a suicide."
You could practically feel the sorrow and grief radiating from Rarity. As a lady, she didn't weep in public, but she couldn't help shed a few tears.
"Now, Ms. Rarity, we aren't sure on anything yet. We just... we just assumed. There were strange green flames coming from the building, and we found this. It's sort of burnt, but we found it next to- Ms. Paintbrush, perhaps you would care to explain?"
"When I went in to get your sister, I saw her sitting in a room, surrounded by flames. Due to her magika levels, it appears that she tried to shield herself from her fire. Anyways, she was holding onto a piece of paper, but threw it into the fire. We could hear distant screams coming from the boutique. There were gemstones glues onto it, but those were tore off, all but two. Here," Paintbrush said, hoofing her the picture.
Rarity saw the crayon wax used on the construction paper, two loose sapphires on the paper. As she looked at the melted faces and distorted bodies.
Suddenly, a doctor came out. "Ms. Rarity, please follow me," he said. Due to the lack of expression in his voice, Rarity was uncertain about the fate that befell both her and her dear sister, Sweetie Belle. There were many possibilities, but Rarity saw the optimistic point of view. Perhaps Sweetie belle had woken up early. Yes, that future was the better.
When the two ponies got to the front of a wooden door with a glass box shaped window and golden name tag saying: "Patient 152", the doctor opened the bronze doorknob with an ocean blue aura. As he opened the door, Rarity grew nervous, but she kept a straight face on. She walked into the room, and hurried to her sister. Rarity sat down, and looked at her limp, cold sister. But there was another adjective that was missing.
Dead
"I'm sorry, Ms. Rarity. We did everything we could."
Rarity swallowed a deep, big gulp. She picked up her lifeless sister's hoof and held it close to her chest. Slow breaths were the only sounds that came from the room. The doctor left the room, and once the two sisters were together, Rarity wept. Mascara and various other makeups came running off of Rarity's face. Her once white coat was a mixture of black and red.
Her sister- dead. Those three words shook Rarity's world from a once happy place to a life that would forevermore be filled with sorrow and pain. It got so bad, in that small hospital room, Rarity blamed herself for Sweetie Belle's death. She bent down to Sweetie Belle's white and dark gray from the fire ear, brushed the purple and pink hairs out of her face, and whispered real softly, "I'm sorry, Sweetie Belle. You didn't deserve this Hell. If it were anypony, it would be me. I love you, Sweetie Belle."
Rarity wasn't really a pony of prayer, especially when she was in grief. She called it out on being silly, or unreal. But today was special. Not a birthday special, but a deathday special. The mare picked up her sister's hoof, and laid it on the limp body it belonged to. With her now free hooves, she closed them, bowed her head, and prayed.
Dear Celestia, The Oh Holy Being, I pray to you this prayer I offer, Watch over Sweetie Belle, my dear sister. Take her to your Heaven, neverminding her sins. I love her oh so much, please Dear Celestia. Tell her I love her. Tell her I'm sorry.
After her prayer, Rarity spent the night next to her dead sister. She still couldn't believe her sister, a) was dead, and b) killed herself. It was unthinkable to Rarity, and anyone who thought it, was... well, had demonic and demented thoughts in their mind. Why did this happen? How did this happen? Did Rarity cause Sweetie Belle to do this? A thought came to Rarity- Sweetie Belle's friends must have noticed something unusual about Sweetie Belle.
The next morning, Rarity got up and kissed her sister on the forehead. Although she didn't want to leave her sister's side and it pained her to do so, Rarity had to get to the bottom of what happened to Sweetie Belle. Rarity left the room, glancing at her sister's lifeless corpse one last time before leaving the hospital.
First, she went to Sweet Apple Acres, told Applejack what had happened, at went to go tell Applebloom. She knocked on the door to Applebloom's room. "Come in!"
Rarity entered the room to find Applebloom playing with some dolls on her green carpet. Green was such a hideous color, but Rarity neverminded that for now. "Um, Applebloom, dear? May I speak to you for a moment?" Rarity asked, receiving a nod from Applebloom. "Have a seat next to me," she said, sitting down on the green bed (seriously, how much green did this filly need?). Apple bloom gave a crooked look, but did as told. "This is hard for me to say, dear, but... Sweetie Belle..." Rarity chocked on her tears, feeling a lump in her throat. "Yesterday, I received a call from Saint Blue's Hospital informing me that Sweetie Belle got caught in a fire, which... which we think she caused herself."
Grief struck Applebloom like lightning. "What?! Is- is she okay?! I gotta see her!" It was so upsetting for Applebloom that her accent disappeared. In a flash, Applebloom's expression changed from worry- to guilt. "N-no... Ya'll go on ahead- I'll let Scootaloo know what happened. Thanks for... comin', ah guess."
Rarity left. Applebloom sobbed in her room. The guilt was far too heavy for such a little filly. "I... I can't believe it- I killed Sweetie Belle..." Applebloom took out her journal. It was a simple leather journal with a little button with an apple on it. Guilt is not a winged creature she wrote. It does not fly away. Today, on the seventh of November, I realized that I killed my best friend. Applebloom put her journal away, and went to Scootaloo's little home. When Scootaloo came out, she looked at her friend, who's coat was wet and filled with tears.
The news shook Scootaloo. Questions filled her brain from left to right. Impossible... or... is it? Scootaloo was electrified with fear and shock. She wasn't a bad pony, was she? Today, she was.
Rarity stood up, greeting guests as they came in. Even her parents came. They didn't much like Sweetie Belle, and they left her with Rarity. In fact, it took a lot of persuasion for them to even come. After all, Sweetie Belle had only met her parents a few times.
"Mother! Father!" Rarity cried, accepting a hug.
"I'm so happy to see you, dear," Rarity's mother spoke. "At last, just us three. We can all live together like a happy famil-"
"Wait a moment..." Rarity said, pushing away from her mother. She looked deeply into her mother's cold blue eyes as they sparkled with happiness. "You never liked Sweetie Belle... You always c-"
"We will now begin the service!" The pastor, Bright Light said.
Ponies who knew and loved Sweetie Belle sat around in pews, looking sad and dim. It was almost as though all the color had come out. Everypony cried and wept. Especially Applebloom and Scootaloo, who sat in the back, trying not to be noticed. Rarity looked skeptical, thinking really hard about what really happened to Sweetie Belle. Her parents, however, brought color and happiness into the room.
After Bright Light prayed, ponies whom had prepared a eulogy stood up with speech cards and began to talk.
Twilight Sparkle was first. "Dear ponies of Equestria that came here today in honor of Sweetie Belle," Rarity's parents whispered "Not us" to each other in a cruel, harsh manner. Almost as if they had done something wrong. But... what would they have done? "I will always," Twilight choked on her words, "Remember... S-s-sweetie B-belle as a lo-lovi-loving pony." Twilight broke down. "She didn't know good magic!" The crowd gasped. "I gave her a potion to speed up her magic process!" Theory 1) Twilight's potion killed Sweetie Belle.
Twilight stepped down, and Applebloom and Scootaloo took her place. "We always loved Sweetie Belle. But, something deep down says that..." Applebloom shed a tear or two. "Applejack, ya'll told me to be honest. Well, here's my honest truth! We killed Sweetie Belle! We were such bad friends, she just thought that nopony loved her!" Scootaloo took the microphone. "I take responsibility for Sweetie Belle's death. Applebloom?" Applebloom nodded.
Rarity stood up. "That's ridiculous! There is no possible way is Tartarus that you two killed my sister!" She turned to her parents and raised a hoof. "You never loved Sweetie Belle! You made me take care of her. Raise her. You didn't do any bucking thing! How dare you let these two ponies take the blame for your horribleness?"
Rarity's mom stood up. "She was just another mistake we made!"
Next was her father. "Shut the buck up, Rarity! You were taking care of her! Read the damn note!"
Tears streamed down Rarity's face. "The note? Ha! So you were there at the fire. You planted it, but it burned. Sorry for wasting your time... Hondo Flanks..." Rarity never called her father by his real name. It was always "dad" or "father."
When her father refused, Rarity's horn glowed a radiant blue, striking her father with a cyan blast. He crashed into a wall, Rarity's magic around his hooves, holding him there. Her eyes glowed brightly. "You took my sister from me," she growled. "She had a lot of potential, you know. And you took it from her. I figured it out. You killed her, planted the note. I'LL KILL YOU, YOU EVIL MONSTER!" Rarity's glow constricted her father, his limbs growing faint. With her magic, she went for his throat.
Due to the Rating of this story, I unfortunately cannot add detail.
Rarity went to jail for the murder of her father for 20 years. Cookie Crumbles went to jail for the murder of her daughter for life. Both with no bail opportunity. All this... was it worth anything? Did anypony gain anything? No... They gained jail time. This circle was viscous and cruel- especially in a family. The way this story continues? Well, that is up to you, the reader! No, it's not because I'm lazy. It's because I want the reader to decide what happens. Was it all a dream? Did somepony else kill Sweetie Belle?
