Chronicler X Rope: Betty's Nightmareland

> Betty is the driving force behind the story Spaghetti Sparkle, which has an accompanying Deviant Art page that tells Twilight's perspective of events. Your qualm with her is the 40+ chapters of awkward sex.

> You arranged for Betty an all expenses paid trip to Rome, provided she stayed at a certain hotel. As she visits the many ancient temples and the Coliseum you set about applying the finishing touches to  her room.

> Room 1403

> She returns, all worn out from being in the sun for hours. She goes to take a shower, and you set to work. When she has retired for bed, you gas the room, ensuring she is incapacitated and ready for transport.


> You felt that the most ironic way to end Betty's life was to make her commit suicide, the inspiration needed though eluded your mind.

> Until you rediscovered her... Distaste, for OC's. While no grand secret, the extent of her hatred and fear astonished you.

> the crazy bitch had phobias of bright neons, horribly mismatched colors, poor design, and rip-offs.

> The vital ingredients behind any OC.

> She wakes up at 7 am and proceeds with the basic morning routine of anyone really, and as she looks down into the sink to spit out the toothpaste she notices a flicker of movement.

> Worried that it may be a rodent, she hastily grabs the toilet plunger to protect herself.

> Instead what walked along the doorway was a small wind up toy, obviously an alternately colored Rarity.

> She picks it up in disgust and prepares to toss it into the trash when suddenly she is struck behind her kneecap.

> As she flaunts her colorful mastery of the English language she notices that the object that assaulted her was a plush of a fat black alicorns with a Goku mane.

"XDDDD YOU TOOK AN OC TO DA KNEE!!!"

> She turns to the voice when before her were even more MLP Chinese knock-offs, each one more gaudy than the last. To top it off they were all smiling a little too widely.

> Even the one in her hand.

> She begins sweating, swearing up and down that they were only toys, not real, and how she was going to sue the fuck out of whoever was doing thisl. After five minutes of hyperventilation she calms down and she reaches for the phone on the night stand.

> Yet before her finger even pushed a single button, a lone voice cries out.

" Hay gais, shets bout to get 20% spaghettier."

> Betty recoils at the cacophony of "lololols" and "XDDDD's", watching horrified as the My Little Abominations grew in size and became so very much alive.

> They begin interacting amongst themselves, claiming familial ties with each and every p0ny from the show, claiming Twilight as their WAIFU'S and such.

> Betty has long since left for the closest corner, cuddling her legs close, chanting a mantra of denial.

> The hoard of OC's had filled her socks and undergarments with topioca pudding, drew pictures of their waifus on the pillows, and continued to ask her where could they locate the closest Italian restaurant.

> Betty began rocking back and forth as if she was a pendulum, her voice turning more and more hoarse. Her hair now had shocks of white, and the skin on her legs were bleeding from her constant scratching.

> Then the phone rang.

> A glimmer of hope now before her, she lunges for the phone and answers.

" HELLO! PLEASE YOU GOTTA HELP ME!! I'M TRA-"

>"I'm sorry but due to mass calls, we are not able to connect you. Goodbye."

> She falls to her knees, her spirit undeniably broken. Her sobs drown out the surrounding voices and noise. All except for one.

"Come on Betty, get up."

" Twi-Twilight."

> Betty slowly gets up and sees that it was indeed Twilight Sparkle.

" Oh thank god, Twilight, you have no idea how much this comforts me. Can you help me out?"

" I'm sorry Betty, I can't help you. But Applejack and her rope can."

> From the next room Applejack proudly trots in, in her mouth her rope. With a flick of her snout it wraps around the ceiling fan and forms perhaps one of the most notable noteworthy object of any rancher.

> A lasso.

" Sugarcube, the only way yur gonna git outta dis mess is by THAT."

" Betty, it's the only way you will ever be free, of this and all the problems of human society."

> Betty hesitates, knowing deep inside that this wasn't right. Until the OC's begin moving in on her.

> They pick her up, restrain her, and position the rope around her neck. When they all move away, Betty finds herself standing on a chair.

> Everyp0ny looks at her expectantly, the entirety of the room silent.

> However first and foremost, was the disheartened faces of Twilight.

" Be free Betty. Be free."

>Betty inhales, and kicks the chair from beneath her.


> You return 5 hours later dressed as a bellboy. You peek inside, smile, and let the "clean up" crew do their work.

> Helping out that Godfather a few years back is really paying off. Not only did he supply you with an empty warehouse to set up this elaborate stage, he also supplied the lethal hallucigenic you laced her toothpaste and water with. Plus he even found people to mimic Twilight and Applejack.

> Why he is such a swell guy, he also offered to help you with the next man on your list. On his home turf of Venice, Italy no less.

> Wuten.