Twilight's Pain (WIP)

"Twilight...what are you doing?"
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>It's been like this for all of two weeks
>No evil spirits
>No giant monsters
>No huge toy-sale disasters that threaten to destroy Equestria
>No friendship problems
>Without that to keep you excited, your time's been withering away to mostly fapping and >rape
>However, in between, you've actually been reading more
>A natural consequence of being forced to live in Twilight's crystal castle
>She finds or finishes a book, then insists you read it in what seem like a daily ritual now
>And with all this reading, you couldn't help but thinking, "Why not share some stories with Twilight too?"
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>It was a 2pm on a Sunday afternoon
>Never will you forget the time of your greatest mistake
>In your personal room, an action/adventure book, "The Whirlwind Chronicles", was casually seated between your fingers and thumb
>The over-the-top nature reminded you of your Chinese cartoons from home
>Setting it down, you started to reminisce
"...Fucking Weeaboos"
>"Anon, what was that?"
>Shit, you must have said that a little too loudly
>"Are you swearing again?"
>You regret the promise to work on not cussing
>She walks up to the entrance of the room
>Should have closed the door too
>"Anon, you promised you'll stop saying bad words. What's going on?"
"Nothing, I was just reading a book, and it got me thinking of people I used to know."
>Her eyes light up
>"Really? What book is it? Oh, oh, and who were you thinking off?"
>You show her the cover
>"The Whirlwind Chronicles? I personally think of those as classics."
>Get better taste, Twilight.
>"Did the story remind you of someone? Which part?"
"Just the whole thing reminded me of some, uh, coworkers I knew. There was a type of show they really loved."
>Her ear twitch
>"A 'show'? I remember you telling me about those."
>She trouts in and sits herself down
>"What was the 'show'?"
"It was this show about these things called 'ninjas', set in a fantasy world where the characters have super powers that were manipulated by combining their hands."
>She makes her Twilight-is-interested noise
>"What else?"
"Uh, they were broken up into different villages. Fire, Wind, Water, Lightning, and Earth. Something like that."
>You pick up your book, close it, and start to get up, stretching your arms high.
"I don't remember everything about it, but they sure loved it."
>You turn around to walk out the door
>"Aw, Anon, tell me more. The human world is so fascinating! Look, I'll even have Spike write it all down so we can archive it. Spike co-!"
>You wave your hands wildly, cutting her off
"No, no, you don't have to do that."
>Sihging, you plop yourself back down
>Her eyes are pinned to you, with ears ready to record every word you say
>Ok, let's see how much of this you can remember.
>"Oh, and Anon,"
"Yeah?"
>"if you don't mind, could you start the story from the beginning?"

"Twilight...what are you doing?"
>"I'm using my sharingan! Look, after hours of work, I think I have it perfected!"
>Her pupils are stained red and black, the intricate design proof of her effort
>Turns out this spell of hers wasn't easy
"Uh huh, but why are you showing me this?"
>"I need you to tell me if they look like they do in Naruto. I've taken extensive notes and made sure they look as accurate as possible."
>Her hoof points at you
>"But I need you to verify."
>Your eyes stare at her blankly
>You just woke up
>It's too early for this
"Twilight, can we do this later? I'm still groggy."
>"Just tell me, please. Do they look accurate?"
>A groan drapes from your mouth
"Yes, yes, they do. They look as close as I remember them."
>"Really?"
>You're actually being honest. It's no surprise, though, seeing as she worked so hard on them
"I'm serious, you did a good job."
>She lets out a quite "yes", swinging her hoof, and walks off
>Glad that's over
>You should have known Twilight was a mega weeb in waiting
>Whatever, it time to get some breakfast
>Before you can even grab some cereal, she runs back into the dining room
>"Anon, I forgot,"
>Oh, shit, what now
>"after you finish eating, we need to go Rarity's."
"'We...?"
"Yes, I need you to look at something."

>KNOCK KNOCK
>"Yeeeeeeees~, who is it?"
>Rarity's voice carries itself through the boutique, bouncing lively off every wall
>"Rarity, it's Twilight!"
>Dress horse's heart slams against her puffy chest
>"O-o-oh, right, coming!"
>Reluctantly, she forces herself to the door and slides it open, inch by inch adding on more regret
>Before her stood a beaming sharingan Twilight and a grumpy, slouching anonymous
>"Hello, Anon."
"Ehhh."
>"And...Twilight!"
>Twilight bounces in, momentarily adopting the motor mechanics of Pinkie
>You, on the other hand, nearly fall, tripping over your still tired body
>Why are you here
>"Rarity, do you have it ready! Oh, I can't wait!"
>No one seemed to notice your klutz
>"Darling, I do, but...are you SURE you want it? I mean, it is HARDLY my best work, and...what in Equestria's name is wrong with your eyes?"
>Twilight whips around for effect, pointing to her pupils
>"These are my sharingan. Pretty cool, huh?"
>Rarity forces her head to nod
>"Very cool, Deary..."
>"Also, of course, I do! And thank you for putting your time aside to stitch it! I've been wanting one for what seems like forever. Eee, I'm so excited!"
>"Yes, I'm sure you are. Um...follow me then."
>You and Twiggles are led to a large, dark room in the back of the shop
>Even with darkness as thick as ink, Rarity turns on the light, and the tiny bulb, hanging from the ceiling, cuts through it all
>Then, the source of her nerves are revealed
>Behold, in the corner is a cloak, black with red clouds outlined in white
>Twilight you fucking didn't
>With lightning speed, Purple nearly rams herself into the manikin
>She did
>"Rarity, it's perfect!"
>With the eyes of a hawk, she further scans it with machine accuracy
>"You got all the details right, as far as I can tell. Anon!"
>Holy shit
>"Does this look like it does in Naruto?"
>Twilight, why
>Holding back a groan, you push yourself over to the cloak.
>It looks close enough, but how are you supposed to remember every detail
"Yeah, sure, looks like it. As close as I can recall."
>"Oh, thank you, Rarity!"
>Twilight throws herself around and embraces her friend
>You're welcome, Twilight
>It's moments like this that tempt you with the idea of actually getting a job, instead of just helping out this nerd
>Thanks, Celestia
>"Find a job or help out with Twilight," she said
>Bah
>"Oh, yes, you are very welcome. Now, Darling..."
>Rarity gently forces Twi off of her
>"Yeah?"
>"Why don't I fold and bag this up nice and tight for you."
>"There's no need for that."
>Her eye twitches
>"What...?"
>"Because I'm going to wear this right now!"
>Now your heart slams against your chest
"Uh...Twilight. Are you sure?"
>Rarity interjects
>"Twilight, I...haven't even washed it yet."
>"That's fine. I'll have Spike or Anon wash it when we get home."
>"But, uh, Twilight, you see-"
>Twilight giggles
>"Oh, Rarity, I know you artists can get so critical of your own work, but I know everypony's going to love it!"
>Fancy horse lets loose a nervous laugh, and dashes to the other corner littered with supplies to find some kind of a bag
>"D-deary, in my professional opinion, I think-"
>Too late
>Twilight already has the cloak on
>"It even feels like I imagined."
>She rotates her head around, eyes wide open, entertaining her fantasy
>Breaking her thoughts, Twi runs over to you
>"Anon, feel it!"
>You glide your hand across her back
>Is rougher than you predicted. You're curious as to what Rarity used to make it
>You're also curious how well it burns
>"Pretty cool, huh?"
"Uhhhhhh"
>"But, come on, let's go home and show Spike!"
>Swinging open the front door, Twilight sprints through the boutique and out into the sun, a loud "thank you" reverberating in her place
>Rarity whimpers, then shoots a glare at you
>"Anon, I know this is somehow your fault!"
"Me? I'm not the one telling Twilight to be a massive sperg."
>"But look at-"
>"Anon! Are you coming?"
>Being stuck arguing with Rarity, or being smothered in second hand embarrassment as Twilight convinces herself she's joined the Akatsuki
>Both are bad
"Yeah! Just a sec!"
>"Anonymous, I'm not done with-!"
>You're already gone

>The main doors to the castle fly open, propelling Spike, who was conveniently standing behind, across the hall
>"Spike, Spike! Look! Rarity finished it!"
>You, huffing and puffing, stumble in
>How is she still this in shape after cooping herself up all day?
>Or maybe you're just that lazy
>"Ugh...Twi, what's going on?"
>Purple runs over and freezes in front of the still down Spike, her eyes locked on him like missiles
>"Obsessed with Organization, obsessed with the clan, obsessed with ourselves."
>"...uh, Twi?"
>"A worthless compulsion that enslaves us and limits our capabilities, leading us to fear what we don't understand."
>"What are you doing?"
>"TSUKUYOMI"
>You begin to think she actually used it
>Time has slowed to a miserable crawl
>Spike stares blankly as Twilight backs off
>"Uhg, that "tsu" sound is so hard to make sometimes. What are you doing on the floor, anyway?"
>"Well, when you opened the door you-"
>"Oh, just a minute, Spike. Before I forget, Anon"
>She removes the cloak and levitates over it to you
>"Can you go wash this for me?"
>You think about volunforcing the comedic punching bag, but this is an opportunity to get away from Ms. Cringe
"Sure, I'm on it."
>After losing a couple more minutes of your life wandering around, you finally find the laundry room
>Spike is typically the laundry boy, so you're not used to going here
>Upon stepping in, a large, metal bucket is below you, holding a washboard that's slanted downward to accommodate the light angle of the floor
>There is still some fairly clean looking, left over soapy water
>Spike, you little shit, you're supposed to empty this
"Oh well"
>You get on your knees and drop Rarity's greatest mistake into the water
>Too bad this scrubbing won't wash away your own past mistake
>But how were you supposed to know she'd fall in love with the anime?
>Sure, you've seen Twilight nerd out over books and stories
>But, really, when is she not?
>Regardless, she's the Princess of Friendship
>A relatively dark story like Naruto should have been a little too much for her
>Equestian literature rarely explores subjects like death and hatred to such a degree
>You thought that'd be enough of a barrier between her and acting like a dude who just figured for the first time that touching himself feels good
>You guess it's the whole human world aspect that pulled her in
>Maybe she secretly loves that kind of genre
>Not that rattling around all these details will undo anything
>You turned Twilight into a weeb
>This is the future you chose
"I think this is clean enough."
>You remove the cloak and take a good look
"Clean enough for me. No where do I..."
>Above you is a long, crystal clothesrod, like a shiny pull-up bar that stretches from one wall to the other
>Normally, Spike has to use a stepping stool to hook on the clothes, but being an upright human, you have to be careful not to bang your head
>Being the lazy monkey you are, the cosplay is lackadaisically draped over
"Eh, that probably doesn't need to be hooked on."
>Now to dry it
>You can't quite recall when, but, one day, Twilight went full DIY and build a giant, magic crystal dryer thingamajig
>Boy, was she proud of herself
>Normally, it's left in the corner with the laundry room window open, but it still takes a while to do its job
>Why not move it closer?
>And, so, you heave and ho, pushing the all-to-heavy block of rock under the cloak
>Got dang it, this thing weighs a ton
>Hopefully, Bookhorse didn't hear it screaming like a prison of war being dragged to its death
>Anyway, with it now in position, you attempt to remember Twilight's lesson on how it works
>...
>Nah
>All you know is to turn some knob on the front to activate it
>You wrap Twilight's new child over the bar a couple times and turn the knob to near max
"That should dry pretty fast"
>Closing the door, you wander back to your room to grab your book
>Gotta pass the time somehow
>And, oops, how did you end up on your bed
>Well, you'll go check back in 30 minutes
>Twilight always said you should read more
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>"ANONYMOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUS"
>You jolt to life, exploding like a WW2 grenade, triggered from the distant sound of Twilight's scream
"What the hell, why is she-
>OH SHIT
>THE LAUNDRY
>You almost tornado out of your room, nearly tripping over yourself again
>However, after only a few steps, you stop
>Do you really want to go find and confront a pissed alicorn princess?
>Nope
>It's probably better to play dead
>Back in bed you go
>You close your eyes and pretend to be asleep, waiting for the coming nerdy shock wave
>Better quickly prep an excuse for why this is Spike's fault in some shape or form
>It probably shrank so small that it could fit on the purple dragon, making him look like an edgy Christmas ornament
>"ANONYMOUS"
>Twilight's voice stabs your ears
>Too late, she's already here
>"Anon! Get up!"
>You do your best to still seem groggy
"Wh-what is it, Twilight?"
>A piece of clothing is suddenly shoved in your face
>It smells like crap
>"Care to explain how THIS happened?"
>Focusing your vision, it's met by a burnt Akatsuki uniform
"Uhhhhhh..."
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HERE
>Your heart's beating like a thrash metal band
>"I can't believe you! I just got this! Was this intentional?"
"What, no, of course not! What even happened?"
>"Don't play dumb! I saw that you moved my crystal heater and under the cloak, nonetheless!"
"I was just trying to dry it."
>She stomps her hoof
>"Anon, there's a reason why it was in the corner in the first place!"
"Well, how was I supposed to know?"
>Twilight's face scrunched hard
>She may be pissed, but, shit, that was cute
>"ANON, IT'S SO...JUST...HMMMM!"
>Twilight, stop being so cute when you’re mad
>Every muscle in your face is working to suppress a potentially dangerous smile
>Suddenly, she stops, raises her foreleg to her chest, draws in a large breath, and pushes both out, letting each air molecule smack across your face
>Turning around, still levitating the cloak, her body loosens
>”I’m...I'm going to my library.”
>Without another word, Twilight trots off, taking the tension with her
>And you sit there, body sinking to the bed, unsure of how to feel or what to do
>Seeing Twilight that mad is a once in a blue moon thing
>She's usually just peeved at you for being somewhat of a dick
>And while you can be kind of a jerk here and there, it doesn't mean you’re immune to regret
>She loved that thing, albeit it autistic, like a fresh, 1st edition book, and you've probably been in the same horseshoes back on Earth
>Maybe Rarity will make another one, even if it, to her, was a holocaust against fashion
>Though, you're not on amazing terms
>She might make you pay with money you don't have or with some other degrading and humiliating service
>Shit
>This is all Japan's fault
>Should have just gotten Twilight into tentacle porn
>You sigh
>Maybe an apology will be better
>That is, if she accepts it
>Pushing off the bed, fighting what feels like three times the normal gravity, you take the slow walk down towards the library
>Each step is building temptation in your mind to turn around, but the guilt of pussying out blocks the path back
>Hopefully a giant, magical death laser isn't waiting for you
>After living through what felt like hour-long seconds, you arrive at the door
>With a final, deep breath, your fist knocks against the crystal

"T-Twilight...you in there?"
>Silence
"Twilight?"
>You gently knock a few more times
>Nothing
>Curious, you rest your ear against the it, listening for any hint of life
>The faint sound of shuffling items brushes your eardrum
>Well, someone's in there
>Good enough
>You try cracking them open with the care of a one-man bomb disposal squad, but they aren't budging
>She actually locked them
>Boy, she must be mad
>No way you're going in there now
>You better just give your speech where you stand
"Hey, I'm assuming you're in there, so, uh, I’m sorry. I’m lazy and don't like to work, so, uh, I thought moving the crystal heater closer will speed things up. Yeah, it's pretty cringy, but I didn't want to burn the cloak. Well, I mean, I didn't intend to. So...yeah, sorry, again. Maybe we can go get you another one."
>A minute passes, and not even so much as a peep
>Apologizing to the mirror would have been just as effective
>Ugh
>May as well go back to your room
>She can sulk and then return to the world of the living, when she's ready
>As you're walking back and turning a corner, out of nowhere, Spike smacks into your legs
>Your reflexes end up kicking him, booting and planting his face into the floor
"Fuck, Spike, slow down!"
>U-Ugh."
>He shakes his head back into reality
>"Anon, There you are!"
"Yeah"
>He glares, props himself up, and stomps over to you
>"Twilight walked right pass me earlier, and then just locked herself up in the library. She-"
"And Rarity gets a new crush on a weekly basis. What else is new?"
>"No, I'm serious! She seemed upset, and that cloak of hers was burnt to shreds."
>Spike tries to stand "tall", basically looking up deep at your crotch
>"What did you do?"
"I accidentally burnt her new Akatsuki thing and she got pissed. But I already apologized, so we're good."
>His "menacing" face fades
>"Wait, you got her to open the library doors?"
"Uhh, no, I just said sorry in front of them. I couldn't get in."
>He facepalms
>"Good grief, Anon"
>Shut up, Spike, your whole life is a facepalm
"What are you running around for anyway?"
>"I was going to go tell Twilight that Rarity actually has a second cloak."
"What? Really?"
>"Yeah, it's a first draft, though. The clouds weren't quite right, and instead of fixing them, she decided to just make a new one."
>Poor Rarity. Check off pain as another vice she's a glutton for
"Did you find that out by running all the way over there and back already?"
>"No, I was helping her before getting the design right with Twilight's notes."
>Of course
>"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go tell her the good news."
>Spike takes off down his original path, and you're left with a growling stomach
>It'll probably be best to forget this and get something to eat
>With Twilight next to pushing you out earlier, not much of your morning cereal got eaten

"Waiter, two jumbo hayburgers, hold the hay. And put it under Twilight's name."
>This order is become an all-too-common utterance
>Ever since Twiggie Piggie convinced you to try this quaint restaurant and then henceforth stuffed her face, it has become a main staple of your diet
>It's surprisingly good, really
 >Though some real meat sounds delicious right about now
>The dream of a fat slab of beef makes your lackluster time on Earth suddenly not so bad
>Maybe Twi can be convinced to mad scientist up fake meat
>Hm, maybe not
>"Hi, Anon!"
>Your thoughts are broken from the chirpy greeting
"Oh, hey, Pinkie. How ya doing?"
>The merry waitress mare trots over to your table, skipping to a silent beat, carrying your food and drink
>She somehow, allthewhile, manages not to drop any of it
>"I'm super duper! What about you?"
"Hungery is what I am. Speaking of which, dang, this is what I call fast food."
>Pinkie giggles
>"I know! After Twilight rediscovered this place, we just make a ton of these beforehoof. They're super duper popular now! We even have this fancy machine in the back that keeps them warm and cozy."
"That's pretty neat."
>You take the tray from her carrier, careful not to spill anything
"Totally! And as you can see, business is kind of slow this time of day too, so you get the Pinkie Pie special treatment!"
"I ain't complainin'. Thanks, I need these after the day I've been having."
>While lifting a burger up, her glee gives way to concern, ears flopping down
>"Really? Did anything happen?"
>You set the food back down
"Well, Twilight got a new piece of...clothing today from Rarity, and trying to be resourceful, I accidentally, uh, ruined it."
>"Awwww, how did you do that?"
"I got it too close to Twilight's stupidly hot magical crystal drier thing, and the heat messed it up."
>She gasps
>"Does that mean you,"
>Her voice dips down to a whisper
>"burnt it?!"
"Yeah, that's what happened. I can't believe that thing could even get that hot! It's a safety hazard, if you ask me."
>You take a spit of water
"Well, anyway, now she's trapped herself in her library and won't talk. I know it was a dic-, I mean, uh, poor move on my part, but she won't even respond. It's totally unreasonable. How was I supposed to know that would..."
>Your sentence trails off, detrailed by Ponk's huge, blue eyes boring right through you for an uncomfortable number of seconds
"Uh, Pink-"
>"ANON!"
>Your body jumps at the abrupt change in emotion
>Damn it, Pinkie
>"After I'm done working, you should totally come over to Sugercube Corner,"
>She leans in
>"and we'll bake an 'I'm sorry' cake for Twilight!"
"I don't think-"
>"Oh, oh, we can use her favorite recipe! We'll have you bake it and write 'I'm sorry' with frosting and-"
>You shove your finger against her lips, cutting off her enthusiastic soon-to-be tangent
>Man, too bad it's only your finger on her lips
"Pinkie, shh."
>She giggles and pulls away
>"Hehe, sorry, Nonny."
>Fuck, she so cute. You kind of want to go along with her silly idea
>You clear the spaghetti from your throat
"There's no need for that. Rarity actually made two of them, so Spike's probably gonna go get it."
>You take another shot at the food, but Pinkie, again, interjects
>"Nonny! YOU should go get it!"
"Nah, I think Spike's got it."
>"No, no no! If you get it and give it to her, Twilight will be soooooooooo happy!"'
>She closes the gap between your ear and her voice, catching you off guard
>"And maybe she'll even forgive you and forget eeeeeeeeverything."
>Wew, Ponks.
>That did it
"W-well, I guess you're right. I suppose I'll go get it after eating."
>From the beyond in the kitchen, you hear a loud stallion calling Pinkie back
>"PINKIE, WHAT'S TAKING SO LONG?"
>"COMING. Sorry, anon, gotta take care of business. See ya later and go get that clothing thingie!"
>Having Pinkie bounced back and out of sight, you let free a sigh
"Yeah..."
>You finally take a bite of your food

>Heavy, indisposed footsteps drag you across Ponyville to the next stop in this horrible day
>The start of this whole catastrophe: Carousel Boutique
>Or Casual Brothel, Colossal Booty, and Rarity la Carousel, as you like to call it
>Whatever joke fits the day, the last thing you want to do is deal with Rarity's bullshit, but, as much as you don't like it, you got yourself into this mess, so you gotta be the plunger
>Better get this over with
>Your fist taps on the door, calling out to the beast in its dungeon
>A muffled "coming~" responds, gliding through the carousel's seams
>Oh, man, that cheery voice is gonna disappear so quickly when you drop the bomb
>The tornado of sass is getting ready to spawn
>You hear hoofsteps closing in, increasing your reculcance
>Maybe it's not too late to turn back
>Before you can fully rationalize the idea, Rarity's face shows itself from behind your wooden barrier
>Too late
>Piercing through a pair of glasses, her disinterested glare is amost as intense as Twilight's Sharingan
>"Anon..."
>Nice resting bitch face
"Nice to see you too, Rarity."
>"And to whom do I owe this unsolicited visit?"
"...Twilight"
>Her face softens slightly
>"Twilight? What about her?"
>Here we go
>Out goes a large sigh
"OK, you can bitch at me all you like later, but, first off, to make a long story short, I accidentally set Twilight's Akatsuki cloak on fire."
>"What?!"
>Rarity's tone tells you that she has a hint of relief, but it's overall masked in her freshly blooming outrage
>"Really?!"
"Yes, really. But like I said, by accident. Anyway, I burnt the cloak, and she got really upset. Last I checked, she was cooped up in the library and wouldn't come out. Doesn't even respond to me at all."
>Rarity nestles a scowl into place
"Don't give me that look. I DID say sorry, I'll have you know."
>The fluffy marshmallow of PMS slams her hoof to the floor
>"Anonymous, how could you?"
"Come on, I didn't know that was going to happen. I just turned on the dryer thing, took a nap, and then it was destroyed. Why in Equestria would she make that thing capable of such temperatures, anyway? Something like this was bound to happen sooner or later."
>"I can't believe this,"
>A little grunt is squeaked out
 >"sometimes you just go too far! If I wasn'...oh!"
>Rarity stops, flips around 180 degrees, and works to reign her poise back in
>Typical unicorns
>She responds after spending a few seconds in silence
>"Now then, a lady does not lose her composure so easily, unlike brutes, such as yourself."
>With a flick of a tail, she lightly asserts her superiority
>It does nothing but give you an excuse for staring at dat ass
 "I suppose you want me to head over to Twilight's and get her out, correct?"
"Actually, no."
>She turns her head over her shoulder, unamused
>"Then, what, pray tell, do you want?"
 "Well,"
>Here we go
"I'm here for the other Akatsuki cloak you made."
>The white mare's body freezes like skin to liquid nitrogen, then whips around like a startled rattlesnake
>"Excuse me!?"
"Yeah, the extra one you have. I need it."
>Rarity begins to visibly blush
>"I...uh...oh, who told you about it?"
"Spike."
>"What? I explicitly told him NOT to tell anypony..."
"Well, he spilled the beans. I'm just glad you made another. You're so generous, Rarity."
>A stubby grin can't help but yank itself from your normal frown
>She notices
>"You wipe that smile off our face, Anonymous!"
"What? Why? I'm just saying I'm happy that you were so kind to have made another."
 >"Oh, quiet you! You know very well why."
>Your relationship with Rarity may be on rocky terms, but it’s still fun to tease her
"I do? Anyway, what I'm here for is the cloak. I'll take it now and then be out of your hair."
>"Why in Celestia's name would I give it to you?"
>Oh, boy, the sass
>"Knowing your antics, I wouldn't be surprised if you put it on yourself and paraded around Ponyville, all in the name of embarrassing me."
>Imagining such a scene gives you a little giggle, and that triggers Rarity to fashion a rather cute scoff
>She closes her eyes and throws her head back
>"Laugh all you like, Anon, but assuming what you're saying to true, I'll just go over to Twilight's myself. I'm fully confident I can get her to open back up."
>You're ready to agree with her for once in your life, but then the whole point of getting that thing comes back to you
"Nah, I think I should really do it. I mean, I DID destroy her last one. This is the least I can do for her."
>"I'm sorry, Anon, but I won't let you mess up any more than you already have."
>Now, you're getting irritated
"Damn it, Rarity, you're being more stubborn than trying to feed Applejack some other-"
>"RARITY!"
>Who the fuck is that
>Rarity moves to the side of you
>"Spike? Is that...?"
>The purple dragon, huffing and puffing, runs flailing toward the boutique at top speeds
>With a flip of emotions, you do everything in your power to keep from bursting out laughing
>He parks right behind you, collapsing to his knees and out of breath
"S-Spike? Good grief, lad, you look like you're running from death itself."
>"A-anon, w-what you are d-doing h-here."
"Hm? I'm here to pick up the Akatsuki cloak, but why are you here?"
>"I-I'm...w-wait,..."
>Spike pauses the conversation with a raise of his hand, taking a moment to catch his breath
>"Rarity, did Anon already tell you what happened with Twilight?"
>"Yes, he did."
"Ok, so, I was trying to get Twilight to come out of the library, and I started hearing a lot weird noises, some really loud. Then, everything just went quiet. I started panicking, and ran over here to get the cloak."
>The intense desire to chuckle subsides
>What the hell is Twilight doing
>"Oh, no, did she say anything at all?"
>"No, nothing. I'm pretty worried, and all I can think of to get her to open up is the first draft version you have."
>Fashion horse bites her lip and trots past your legs to help Spike back up
>You wonder if it's genuine help or just a way to get as close as possible before activating her bedroom eyes for the sole purpose of brainwashing him into not taking that piece of clothing out of her store
>"Spiky Wiky, I'm worried about Twilight just as much as you are, but are you sure this is the best and only way to get her out? I mean..."
>Good job, Rarity
>She pauses and places her hoof on Spike's face, probably just buying time to dig for an excuse
>"what if Twilight doesn't believe you, or still doesn't respond?"
>He blushes
>"D-don't worry, Rarity, I'm sure it'll work! She's sure to open the doors."
>You interject, fearing Spike may pussy out if Rarity uses any more of her womanly charm
"Yeah, he's right. Knowing Twilight, I wouldn't be surprised if we arrived back and she's outside waiting for her prize. "
>The bedroom eyes are dropped
>"It's just a ragitty old cloak, though. I think having her friends there will be much more effective."
>"Great idea. We can all deliver it to her!"
>Not what she had in mind
>"But..."
>"What is it?"
"Yeah, what's wrong? Is there something we should know?"
>Her face relaxes, signaling defeat
>"Oh, nothing."
>She turns around and steps back inside, each hoofstep speaking of her disdain for the overall situation
>"Well, I  have a lot of work that needs to get done, so I can't go at this moment."
>You smell bullshit
>"But, Spike, I want trustworthy you take it to Twilight, instead of Anon here."
>And you can eat a dick, Rarity
>"Follow me."
>She leads you two into the back room of the carousel and, once again, flips on the light
>But this time, the image that floods your vision takes you aback
>Holy shit
>The room is a huge disaster, much more so than you remember
>Boxes, clothes, and supplies are sprawled out everywhere, many of it destroyed
>It's like a fashion war took place with countless casualties, civilians and all
>Truly, chaos fused with disorganization to the highest degree
>You can't help but blurt out a smartass remark
"Good lord, girl, did this room get even messier? Does a jet stream pass through here, or is this what you mean when you say things get messy when you jerk off?"
>She doesn't even acknowledge the insult, but simply walks toward the center, eyes wide and mouth hanging
>Damn
>Light words of disbelief are whispered from under her breath
>"W-what happened..."
>Spike immediately works his way in, dancing through supplies, ready to comfort her like the purpleknight he is
>"What happened here, Rarity?"
>She closes her lightly gaping flapper, forcing her mind back to the real world
>"It's...It's a catastrophe!"
>"Yeah, it looks horrible..."
"Yo, Spike,"
>The dragon looks back at you
"just to fill you in, this place looked a lot better when we were in here earlier with Twilight. It was still pretty chaotic, but this,"
>You throw your arms up
"this is insane."
>"Wait, I'm confused. What happened between then and now?"
>Rarity turns to face both of you
>"I-I have no idea. Ever since Twilight left, I've been upstairs working on a batch of dresses for a new customer."
"And I wasn't even here."
>Spike gasps
>"Do you think somepony..."
>His eyes dart around the room
"broke in?"
>Lazily shaking her head, Rarity lets out a light whinny
>"I don't know, Spike. Who in their right mind would go in there to steal, well, anything? Surely, any criminal with a grain of sense would go after something more valuable. However, it really looks like that..."
>"But what idiot would destroy everything? I thought robbers took things, not made a mess of it all. Not only that, but this basically a giant, flashing look-I-came-in-here-and-stole-stuff sign. Does he want to get caught or something?"
>You brush the light stubble on your chin
"I sure hope the cloak didn't get destroyed, though."
>"That silly piece of clothing is the least of our worries, at the moment. I say we just go to Twilght's now, insteading spend extra time looking around for it."
"Or,"
>You scan the carnage
"we all search through this to find it. I mean, there isn't an impossible amount of junk to sort through. Hell, Twilight ain't going anywhere anyway."
>"Yeah, if we work together, find it will be easy."
>Rarity's eye fly wide open
>No, no! Don't go through this!"
"What, why not?"
>"I, uh..."
>You're thinking more than just fashion junk may be hiding in here
 "I-I'll j-just look for it. Besides, I think I remember now what I placed it in."
>Flinging her body over to a corner, she begins digging, flipping over junk
>"Oh, where is it, where is it, where is it..."
>Yeah, she "just" remembered
>Rarity knows exactly what she's search for
>Meanwhile, you and Spike look at distance, hesitant to interfere, but your voice is the first to break the silence
"Rarity, good grief, I know this is, uh, bad, but let's all take a breather and calm down so-"
>You're cut off with a plain, brown box hovering above Rarity's head,
>The marshmallow princess's face somehow managed to get even whiter
>"IT'S GONE!"
>"What?"
"Yeah, what?"
>The box is tossed across the room
>"I've should have known: some ruffian did this and then stole that fashion atrocity!"
>Hehe
"Who would even do that and how?"
>Rarity shoots visual daggers into your eyes, ready to slice you like an edgelord attacking Internet trolls
>"I bet this is your fault somehow, Anon! Twilight and Spike are the only other ones who knew it even existed!"
"Me? What the hell, it's not possible for me to have done this! And, before you accuse me, no, I didn't tell anyone else about the cloak either, so you hush."
>Spike pokes in his opinion
>"It wasn't me. You told me to keep the surprise a secret."
 >"And what? It couldn't have been Twilight. She's locked up in her library."
"Well, there's no one else who could have done it, and it's not like some random pony came charging in here to destroy your stuff and steal a cringy piece of clothing."
>The rollercoaster of emotions pushes and pulls on Rarity's chest
>"I don't know anymore. I'm at a lose for words here, and none of this makes any sense."
>"I totally agree."
 >You lean back against a wall, yourself tired
"Maybe we should just go to the castle: Letting the princess know about this could get her out. It is her royal duty, I think."
>"I think I finally agree with you for once, Anon."
>"Right, let's go!"
>You give Spike a lot of crap, but, boy, he sure can spring back into action sometimes
>"Yes, let us depart."
"Oh, gee, Rarity, I thought you were busy."
>"This is an emergency. Things can wait."

>Walking to the castle, everyone is nervous for whatever outcome burgeons into fruition.
>In a perfect world, Twilight will have recovered, and the crook who destroyed Rarity's property will be brought to justice soon after
>But based on what has happened this day, idealistic fantasies seem far out of reach
>At least the sun will set and the day will end
>At some point
>The three of you finally arrive at the castle, and the doors are wide open
>Hope perks up Rarity's voice
>"Did Twilight already come out?"
>Maybe Lady Luck is finally rolling a six
"I sure hope so. It'd take a huge weight off my chest."
>"I..."
>Spike intervenes
>"actually just forgot to close them earlier."
"How do you forget to close those doors?"
>"Give him a break, Anon. Spike's mind was completely dedicated to helping Twilight."
>You don't like those slithery undertones
"Well, Rarity,"
>You push ahead of your company
"I am ready to go up to that library and get-"
>Your lips slam shut the moment your foot enters the castle
>An anomalous throb, almost electric in essence, creeps up your leg and whips along your spine, freezing you in your tracks
>"Anonymous, whatever is the matter?"
>The fuck
>What was that?
>The feeling was similar to when you first came to Equestria
>However, this one had an unsettling sensation that you couldn't quite describe, even to your own conscious
>Almost, dare you say, vile
>And ghost like, a malicious spirit you can only know of through intuition alone
"I'm...I'm fine. I think I just stepped wrong. Let's go."
>Walking a bit slower, you pay attention to the moment Spike and Rarity enter
>They don't seem phased at all
>Whatever it was that you felt was an isolated experience
>Why though? Did Twilight set this? Did you discharge something?
>Kind of felt like it
>But you rarely even feel magic, being human
>"Anon, are you doing alright?"
>Spike notices your change of pace
"Y-yeah. I told you, I just step on my foot wrong. We're close to the library, anyway."
>You all turn the corner, and the doors of Twilight's self-sentenced prison come into view
>Suddenly, your stomach is now disagreeing with continuing anymore
>You try Ignoring it, but every inch made further stimulates the irritation
>What the hell is going on
>"Oh, my, does anyone else abruptly feel slightly...ill?"
>"Yeah, I feel it too..."
>"Anon, yourself?"
>Her words glide right past your ears, bouncing off the library that you now face
>Speak, damn it
"T-Twilight, are you in there?"
>"Twilight, darling, it's Rarity. Anon told me how he destroyed your robe, and he is very sorry. I assure you, he will do whatever he has to do to make up for it."
>You never approved with that last point
"Twilight, are you even in there anymore?"
>No response
>Not even a sound
>Spike rushes up and starts pounding his fists like a tiny alien monkey
>"Twilight, please open up! We’re so worried about you!"
>You hear a creak, the sound stealing a beat of all your hearts
>He stops
"What the..."
>You place your hand forward and push
>The door swings open

>"When did she..."
>The inside of the library is pitch black, save for a single flame, in the back, softly lighting its immediate surroundings
>And silhouetted against it is a pony
>Twilight
>You see her horn casting magic,
>At first, you are filled with questions, but then it dawned on you
>If she's using magic, there is no way your words missed her, much less the door pounding and then opening
>She was literally ignoring everyone
>That cheeky cunt
>Enmity begins simmering where an upset stomach once was
>You already apologized; Now, it's her turn
"Twilight!"
>Rarity and Spike swing their heads up to you
>"Anon, calm do-"
>You cut Rarity off harder than a medieval battle axe
"Hey, princess of being a bitch! Are you suddenly deaf or did you forget to have your period for the past 5 months, and now you're letting loose all the pent up PMS at once!"
>Your companion's jaws drop
>Rarity wastes no time to ridicule you
>"ANONYMOUS, HOW DARE YOU SAY SOMETHING SO APPALLING."