Anontificer 2

>"Excuse me?"
"Oh, uh, maybe I should explain. A warforged was a magical construct, whose soul and being was tied to the materials they are made of...the details I'm not too sure on. But they were their own people. I did something similar, but it appears I have instead brought Sweetie Belle back in her entirety...minus the fur, I guess. But my point is that she was not created for war, but brought back for love, and therefore is Love-Forged!"
>"Anon, that's cheesy, especially for you."
"Yeah, well. Your society has made an influence on me. I do not regret what I have done, and would do it again."
>Sweetie Belle has ceased her sobbing and looks at you again.
>She seems to have a question for you, but decides not to say anything.
>"Well, this magic seems like it could bring back other ponies who have met unfortunate ends...but the knowledge on how to do so is lost so long as Sweetie Belle is around. I'm not going to pry, but if you can recreate this magic, maybe you'd consider teaching it to me? Like your spellbook-OH! I forgot to return your spellbook! It may have a clue inside!"
>Twilight gives you a pleading look.
>"Can I borrow it for longer?"
"Yes you may, as it seems my ability to use it disappeared as well."
>She frowns, but perks back up.
>"Well thank you anyway. Would you like to spread the good news, or should I?"
"I'll tell everyp0ny myself."
>And with a nod, Twilight leaves you and Sweetie Belle alone, off to study your spellbook.
>"Hey, Anon...am I real?"
>Woahfuck. This is not the kind of answers you are ready to give, especially after suffering from a heavy does of amnesia.
"Yes, Sweetie, you are as real as I am, and don't let anyp0ny tell you different. Now come on, we have to go find your sister to give her the good news!"
>She smiles and hops of your lap with a clang as she lands.
>As she canters towards the door, you realize that you have blown likely every bit you own on her.
>The concept on losing all your money on a girl brings a chuckle, which in turn reminds you to ask Pinkie about a welcome back party for Sweetie.
>You and Sweetie Belle leave the house, and you lock the door.
>Normally the door remains unlocked as everything of value remains in the magic proof basement, which itself is keyed to your dna, a more effective lock than anything else. It really only signifies that you are out and about, and the house is empty, so that if Rarity returns, she knows you are out.
>And at this point, leaving the house is good news.
>The town seems rather empty today, the usual hustle and bustle of the marketplace being the only sound in the distance.
>Your house wasn't exactly out of town, but on the edge.
>Excellent.
>You briskly walk to the spa, in hopes of catching Rarity there.
>Sweetie Belle, despite being tireless, can't keep up, and you end up carrying her on your shoulders like a kid at a carnival.
>Fricking. Adorable.
>The spa is closed today, so there went that plan.
>You set off instead for the marketplace, but stop.
>If that one p0ny saw Sweetie Belle, there's be a riot!
>The horror, the horror!
>All the time, over every little thing!
>You audibly sigh.
>"What's wrONg?"
>Daww, her voice still cracks!
>...it...shouldn't do that, should it?
"Uh, I was thinking of going to the market...but how about going to Sugarcube Corner first?"
>"Yeah!"
>She shifts about on your head, eager to go eat treats.
>Which reminds you of another thing...eating. This might not go over too well...you can;t remember all that you did to Sweetie Belle, she might even be hollow, for all you know, as you are now too squeamish to consider checking it out manually.
>A pink blur confirms that Pinkie is 'in da house' as she frequently tells you.
>"Woweewow, Anonymous! I like this Sweetie Belle doll you made, but isn't it considered rude to create stuff that looks like dead family members only a few days after their funerals? And why do funerals say fun in them, there's no fun in funeral!?"
"Pinkie Pie, I would like to reintroduce you to Sweetie Belle."
>Sweetie Belle hops off of you and hides behind your legs.
"Come on now, say hello."
>"..."
>Pinkie Pie looks dubiously at Sweetie Belle.
>Sweetie Belle blushes a little and comes out from behind your legs.
>"H..hi again, Pinkie."
>Pinkie narrows her eyes. "Celestia, that's cute. Well, okie dokie lokie! It's great to have you back! OH! Does everyp0ny else know? Tehy should totally know! It'll be fun, we'll have a welcome back from the dead party! Ohmygosh, it'll be my first one! It'll be tonight, in about 6 hours, don't be late!"
>Pinkie takes off back into Sugarcube Corner before you manage to ask her where Rarity was.
>You step into Sugarcube corner and lo and behold, Rarity is sitting at a corner table, sullenly sipping at tea.
>Well you guess it's tea. It's dark and a liquid.
"Hey, Rarity. I've got a surprise for you."
>She looks up at you, then back to her cup.
>She double takes.
>"Oh! Anonymous! I was beginning to...worry. I didn't want to lose the two ponies that meant the most to me. Oh look at me, rambling on, this cider hits harder than I thought."
>Well shoot, she IS drinking.
"Well about that Rarity, I fixed it. I brought her back, Pinkie Pie is already planning the party with a purpose."
>She stares at you, and then frowns and lets loose a sigh.
>"So now you've snapped too, huh? And here I though you would be my anchor in this time of sorrow."
"No, I seriously mean...hey Sweetie Belle, come say hi to your sister, alright?"
>Rarity doesn't move for a good 20 seconds.
>"Oh, I cracked too...ha...haha...ohhhhh."
>She faints.
>Well, time to get her home.
>You lift Rarity and ask Mrs Cake what her tab was.
>"She doesn't have a tab, dearie, she brought that drink in herself."
>Thank Tymora.
>You place her on your back and carry her out, and back towards town.
>"Why did Rarity fAInt like that?"
>You know what, how the hell is her voice cracking? And that blush earlier! That shouldn't work!
>Not like you'll really figure it out anyway, you have to keep ignorant for Sweetie Belle to live out the rest of her life.
>Your eyes widen in shock, but you stay silent and continue before realizing you have to answer her.
"Well Rarity wasn't feeling well. And also, you kind of...died two days ago."
>Well, tact just flew out the fucking window.
>"What!?"
"Uhhh, yeah, i don;t know if you heard me talking with Twilight and the part where you are made of metal and magic, but you were killed in a fire, I brought you back to life without telling anyp0ny, which is leading to this confusion."
>Well that sure stopped Sweetie's usual talkative self. It's a shame, you always liked how Sweetie Belle talked to you all the time, and made you feel like part of Rarity's family.
>You blush, remembering you are holding the mare in question.
>You can feel her heart beat...
>...
>"Anon, why'd you STop?"
>Well shit, you've been caught!
"Uhh, just thought of something, is all. Let's hurry back."
>You hustle back home, taking care not to shake Rarity too much.
>This was turning out to be quite the fine mess.
>And having lived with Rarity, you knew that for a fact.