Rarity, Old Houses [spooky]

"Thanks for accompanying me, Anon. It is simply dreadful knowing such high quality fabric is simply laying around in that old home," Rarity said as she trotted with a slight hop to her step. Being the social butterfly she was, she had learned of a fabric unlike any other; one said to be of such high-quality, those who gaze upon it seem entranced by it. Rarity simply had to at least see if it was true; the next gala was coming up and she needed that extra special something to make the dresses just right.

>"Yeah, well why didn't you grab Spike? You know how I hate it when I miss a broadcast of True Equestrian Radio." Truth was, Anon wasn't so much missing it in the normal sense. He was mad since he wouldn't be able to play his spliced sound clip of Ghast saying he 'would gladly bend over and be fucked in his fruity asshole by ziggers.'

Rarity rolled her eyes at this. "Oh puh-lease, Anon. You shouldn't be listening to that...that...obnoxious simpleton." She proceeded to ramble on about how Anon should be listening to more 'cultured' and 'sophisticated' radio shows, but of course, Anon just tuned her out and did like he always did with women rambling; just your head and say 'yes.' "Besides, the fabric was said to be in a house that was swallowed up by the Everfree Forest. And the Everfree Forest is NOT a place for a lady, such as myself, to go into alone."

>Everfree Forest. Anon was never a huge fan of that place. Sure, setting the occasional Timber Wolf on fire was fun and all, but that doesn't mean it still didn't scare the fuck out of him just by sight alone. "So...why not Spike?"

"Simple: you're more dependable in the face of danger."

>If only he were here for that.

After some more idle gossip, the two reached the edge of the forest. "Ready, darling?"

>"Let's get this over with." Anon replies as he, of course, takes point and leads the way, with Rarity behind him.
>This sucked for poor Anon. His feet were tired, he had no service, a branch ripped the sleeve of his suit, and Rarity felt more like a buttplug than a companion at this point. Just as Anon was about to voice his complaints, he no longer felt Rarity against him. He looked back and saw her staring at something. "What'd ya find?"

She was silent for a brief moment, then trotted forward. Her horn began to glow and, it acting a light, illuminated the building before them. "This...this is it, Anon! The home of Vanity Stitch!"

>Thank [insert diety of choice]! "So...I can go home now, right?"

She turned around to face him to a shocked expression. "Goodness gracious, no! What if something were to happen to me on the way home? Or in here? Who would come to my aid before I turn into nothing but bones? Who would watch over poor Sweetie, and take care of Opal? What if-"

>"Alright! Alright! I'll stick around!" Good grief, no wonder those Dogs couldn't stand her.

"Good, now come along dear." She said, opening the door with her magic and boldly stepping inside, a faint-blue glow coming from the doorway. No doubt Rarity's magic at work again.

>Anon soon followed in, taking in the sights of the building. It had a sense of grandness to it, in terms of antiques; sewing machines and looms long out of date sat idly with a thick layer of dust. The floorboards creaked and shifted with each step, some were outright broken. Plant life thrived, as if the Everfree was trying to reclaim this building in the name of nature itself. What tools and threads remained were either still on shelves, or on the ground as if something knocked them down there in a panic.

"Oh gross. Let us hurry, Anon. I don't want to spend any more time than I need to in this...pigsty," she said as she motioned her big, strong, manly Anon to take point again.

>Anon simply gave a heavy sigh and went forth being the meat shield once more.
There wasn't much to explore of this place. It was a simple building from days well before Rarity's conception. Just the main room they walked in, and a few, larger back rooms. Mostly storage and staging areas.
"Mind if we take a rest, Anon? Just enough for me to regain myself." Before she even got an answer, she plopped herself onto the ground rather unceremoniously for someone who was suppose to be a lady. She hadn't even bothered brushing the dust off the ground when she did so.

>"Hmm?" Anon's brow quirked slightly. She landed with a thud, sure, but it wasn't quite the solid thud one would expect. "Hey Rarity, mind getting up for a second?"

"Anon, how rude. You should have said something before I sat down and started to get al co-WAAGH!" Rarity was suddenly lifted up by Anon. "Hey! Put me down!"

>"Hang on a sec! Let me check something." When Anon set Rarity back down in a different spot, he went to work brushing the dust off the ground. After a few seconds, he found a small indentation in the wood; an unnatural one, one that might have a-yes, there was one.

"A secret cellar?" Rarity murmered as she watched Anon lifted and pulled on a wooden ring from the floorboards. The floorboards began to rise up, the old hinges practically screaming from being unproperly cared for over the years. She slowly trotted over to Anon as he looked down the hole, then illuminated it with the glow of her horn. There was an old wooden ladder, but it looked like it would give at the slightest bit of weight put on it.

>Anon gave a slight huff. "Alright, I'll hop down and I'll catch you," he said and he made haste to go down into the cellar, not wanting to catch a lipful of ungentlemanly behavior and blah blah blah.

Rarity simply stared at the fabric, hardly blinking. One could say it was almost like an intense focus, almost as if she were...hypnotized.

>"C'mon Rarity, grab the fabric and let's go. You're kinda creeping me out here," Anon said as he went to reach for the fabric, only to be bit by Rarity. "Son of a-what the hell?!"

"...don't...touch...."

>"Huh? What are yo-"

"DON'T TOUCH IT!"

>Anon was suddenly grabbed by Rarity's telekinesis magic and was thrown into the thick blackness, stopping only when he slammed against one of the support beams.

"It...it's mine.... No one else can have it! No one else may look at it! No one...must know about it."

>The way she said the last part made Anon shiver, and he was right as he was grabbed again and thrown against the ground, tumbling slightly before impacting another unseeable support beam. Something, maybe a few ribs, were obviously broken. He could barely inhale without pain coursing through him. Anon could taste his own blood pool up in his mouth, and promptly spat it out as best as he could.

"You know of it. Which means you can tell somepony! I can't let you leave, Anon!"

>Anon tried to speak, but he couldn't get the breath to speak. Rarity slowly closed in, horn aglow, as he felt the telekenisis spell grip him once more. It felt tighter than before, and the way her horn kept glowing...was she planning to do something more than a simple throw? He struggled in vain in her telekinetic grasp, until an odd noise caught enough of his attention to give it some notice.

The noise was a loud creaking, coming from the support beam he just seconds ago collided into. Anon's impact with it was hard enough that the wood cracked, giving the once sturdy support beam a flaw in them now. The crack turned into a complete break. With one of the beams gone, the other beam Anon impacted into now broke; while its impact wasn't as hard, it was still enough to crack it enough that it couldn't support the extra burden. Soon, other beams began breaking and falling like dominoes as each broke under the weight of the very building they supported all these years.

A piece of floorboard ended up falling onto Rarity's head, painfully breaking her horn. Not only did it cause the spell to cancel out, but it snapped her back into reality.
"A-Anon! What in Celestia's name is happening?!" She yelled out, running over to the heavily injured Anon. All around them, floorboards from above fell, and with it, furnishings from upstairs as well. "Please, get up!" She tried to use her telekinesis again, but with her horn broken, all it did was fizzle and spark.

>Anon coughed, trying to great effort to speak.
"I'm...a goner. Go...leave while...you can."

"I can't! I...I need you to lift me up!" As if on cue, a large portion of the building fell where there only exit was. Being underground, there only way was up, but up had pounds of building falling on top of it. "Anon...."

>Weakly, Anon rested a hand on her. He gave her a weak smile the dribbled blood at its corners, but that seemed to be enough for the injured unicorn as she curled up next to him. More rubble fell around them, both now trapped in that one spot.

"Anon...thank you, for everything."

>It was all Anon could hear as the last support beam gave out.

Both smiled in their final moments as the house claimed them, knowing they wouldn't die alone.