The real Season 4 Episode 8

>Be Anon.
>Just getting back to the hotel with everyone.
>Twilight speaks as she walks through the door.
>"That was almost too much fun!"
"Yeah, sure. Walking around and singing about things. Fucking fantastic."
>They ignore you and enter, then scream about going to see some fucking play.
>As they laugh to themselves, Rarity enters looking like she's about to cry.
"Rarity, what's up?"
>Instead of responding she runs over to the bed and bursts into tears.
>Typical Rarity.
>Rainbow asks her what is wrong and she explains how some bitch stole her fabric.
"She did WHAT?!"
>Rarity looks at you with tears in her eyes.
>"S-She took my design and... and... CALLED IT HER OWN!"
>Applejack smiles at Rarity.
>"Come on Rarity, buck up! All we need is some fabric and you'll be back in business!"
"Shut up Applejack, you're an apple farmer."
>She snorts at you.
>You stand tall and look at Rarity.
"I know what to do."
>She asks a little bit confused, "What?"
>You scoop Rarity up into your arms.
"We're gonna make some original fabric designs."
>"Ain't that just what Ah said?!"
>Without warning, you sprint out of the hotel room with the rest of them chasing after you.
>Rarity clings to your body for dear life as you rush down the hallway.
>Someone opens their door and you jump up, doing a flip in slow motion over the door.
>Everyone watches you do it and you land in front of the elevator like a badass.
>You press the elevator button and wait a few seconds.
>When the door opens, you pull the cleaning mare out and all of you enter.
>Hit the number 1 on the elevator.
>Sit there to nice elevator music.
>"Anonymous, do you still need to hold me-"
"Shut up Rarity, you'll ruin the badassery."
>The elevatory dings at 1 and you rush out of the place.
>When you're outside on the sidewalk, you ask Rarity,
"Where is this place?"
>"It's three blocks down the street."
>Looking to the right, you see the place.
>You rush out into the middle of traffic, causing taxi drivers to stop and yell at you.
>Rarity screams and death grips your body as you sprint straight into oncoming traffic.
>A tired looking taxi driver doesn't see you and continues to keep his speed.
>Rarity closes her eyes, expecting you to get hit.
>You jump up and step on the stallion's head, launching yourself over the rest of the carriage.
>Landing on the sidewalk, you look up to see the building.
>Rarity opens her eyes and looks shocked that you or she aren't in pieces.
>You rush into the building and right past a mare using a typewriter and not giving a fuck.
>You burst through the doors and see a pink and purple mare standing next to clothing that looks like what Rarity made.
>Rarity points at her.
>"She did it! It was her!"
>The mare bats her eyelids.
>"Who, me?"
>She makes an ugly chuckle and then says the word "okay"
>You furrow your brow and narrow your eyes.
"I don't like you."
>Then you put Rarity down.
"Rarity, where are your dresses?"
>She wheels them over to you.
>"Right here. Why?"
"It's time to win you this competition."
>You crack your knuckles and approach the pink and purple mare.

>"These are positively stunning!"
>Rarity blushes.
>"Why thank you, I really tried my best to make it original."
>"You've done more than make it original. You've created art here!"
>She walks around the line up of blood splattered clothing as she talks.
>"The mix matched patterns of red on these dresses really represent the chaotic life in the city!
>Rarity gives a cheeky smile.
>"Yes, that right there is what I was going for. Exactly that."
>The judge mare walks up to her and smiles.
>Then she turns to the others that are standing there.
>"All of you, go home! I have the winner!"
>The bruised and cut up pink and purple mare calls out.
>"B-But-"
>Her assistant kicks her in the ribs and smiles with a tiny squee noise.
>Rarity returns to you all with a smile.
>"You're the best friends a mare could ask for."
>After all of you share a totally not gay hug, you look at all of them.
"Don't you have a musical to go see?"
>They all thank you and rush off to the stage.

>Now back at Carousel Boutique.
>Rarity is writing in the book of friendship.
>"I learned that sometimes it's a good thing to listen to your friend's ideas, no matter how extreme they might seem."
"Aaaand?"
>"Anonymous, you can't expect me to actually write-"
>You glare at her.
>"Ugh... Fine."
>She scribbles down as she speaks.
>"And to stop being such a selfish drama queen."
>Yesh.