Trixie Self-Insert, Chapter 3

Trixie Self-Insert part 3.
>The summer air slowly dies away, and Trixie can feel it against her bare arms.
>She can't stop looking outside, trying to count the number of leaves that have begun to turn.
>She turns back to the target she has set up in her room, perched up against the wall, big enough to reach the floor.
>As the sun rises, Trixie readies herself for the shots she needs to take.
>No practicing, all she needs to do is just do it.
>And the girl pulls an arrow out of the quiver, deliberately sliding it out as slowly as she can to present a dramatic effect to herself.
>She's on the opposite corner of the room.
>Aiming at the distant target against the wall.
>Trixie would have never been able to do this if Sugarcoat still had any form of jurisdiction over the basement.
>The other girl now stays up in her room alone.
>With Trixie claiming the basement. Solitude and all.
>Trixie pulls the arrow back, only focusing on the target and nothing else in the entire universe.
>Less than a second later, she fires, hitting the bullseye she already expected.
>Again, and again, and again. One arrow on top of the other.
>There is no method.
>Only madness.
>Trixie silently watches the train of arrows bob up and down, gradually slowing to complete stillness.
>Without a second thought, Trixie snatches an apple off of her desk, makes a 360 degree spin and hurls the apple directly at the butt on the closes arrow to her.
>Right down the center of the apple the shafts go one after the other.
>It stops directly at the midpoint between the end of the arrow train and the bullseye.
>Trixie knows this for a fact; she takes out a ruler and does all the measuring it takes to confirm.
>She's not going to show Sugarcoat this time.
>Trixie wants her stepsister to be left in the dark until the big surprise of the next talent show comes up.
>It's a good thing Trixie only pulls her equipment out once every two weeks.
>It's the only way to make sure that she's not practicing.
>During all of the other days, Trixie does literally nothing productive. Browsing the web and pretty much staring at the ceiling for hours on end until sleep takes her.
>She tends to do the latter at the end of the day to maintain a sleeping pattern.
>The date of the next talent show is HEAVILY circled on Trixie's calendar.
>Without a single word, the girl lies down atop her bed and rests.
>Weeks pass.
>Sugarcoat can’t figure out what Trixie’s been doing.
>All she hears is a bunch of loud noises coming from the basement from time to time.
>Admittedly, she remembers that long exchange she had with her stepsister however long ago it was.
>And that one apparently wasn’t the last Trixie had with someone disagreeing with her.
>This can only cause Sugarcoat to worry a little bit more about the girl as the sounds from the basement proceed and eventually intensify.
>It soon possesses her to go down those flights of stairs, thinking of ways to at least comfort her stepsister if she needs to do so.
>She has no idea that there’s nothing that can be said.
>The door to Trixie’s bedroom is locked. Sugarcoat is hesitant to knock on it.
>It swings open before her hand even makes contact with the surface of the door.
>Trixie declares in a… different sounding voice that she heard Sugarcoat coming down the stairs.
>Sugarcoat questions the girl regarding her constant whereabouts and what she has been doing there.
>She gets a short glimpse of Trixie’s room, recognizing a train of arrows sticking out of a bullseye.
>It stays in her mind as she is sent back up the stairs by a rising tone in Trixie’s voice.
>Whatever it is Trixie does in the basement… it continues. Even louder after Sugarcoat’s visit.
>And then stops again for a couple of weeks.
>The school year rages on.
>…
>Seasons change, and more times of awkward confrontations occur.
>A day by day repetition and silence between the two girls only grows the tension to a boil.
>It won’t be long before Sugarcoat has to ask Trixie once again what is going on in the basement.
>She talks to her friends at school about the whole thing. But she’s not the only one who has noticed changes occurring.
>At Canterlot High, the mane six have noticed significant changes in Trixie’s behavior.
>Ever since that episode with Twilight, Rarity was the first to try and reach out to Trixie in terms of whatever has been going on with her.
>The only thing Rarity gets out of the girl is her aspiration to be a hard worker like her.
>Twilight gets the message that Trixie sees perfectionists as role models, and wants to imitate them in order to top her past self every day and improve.
>A new stage of this happens in the next few weeks.
>Trixie only lets Rarity talk to her in order to get advice from someone who isn’t Twilight.
>Rarity explains that Trixie wants to somehow gain experience on her own, and that even she herself has made sure not to tell Trixie any of her own secrets in order to keep the girl willing to talk to her.
>It’s the only way; through some sort of pseudo pep talk.
>Things seem to calm down after a while.
>Trixie does start to distance herself from Rarity after a while, but not in a pushy fashion. She simply seems to be losing interest in talking, not saying much and just let Rarity go on about how much she loves dresses or something.
>Then it happens.
>One day at school, the students stop dead in their tracks to see Trixie having some sort of confrontation with her former acquaintances.
>They are arguing, loudly.
>It’s a good thing they are outside.
>Trixie goes off on a limb about how she only sees the two as a crutch, and wants to move forward with them staying in the dust where they belong.
>Tears are eventually shed, but not from Trixie’s eyes. The girl promises that they will not be part of her act in the next talent show.
>And that she WILL win.
>Things don’t settle down the day after; at least they don’t feel as though they did.
>At her house, Trixie routinely relaxes, keeping the archery equipment locked away where she doesn’t even have to look at it.
>Only thinking about how well she’s going to own the talent show in the face of her competition.
>She plans subconsciously. Doing anything but practice.
>Enjoying the solitude of the basement.
>At Canterlot High, Twilight begs Rarity to continue to talk to Trixie and tell her that making more friends is better than cutting off old ones.
>Or at least try to get close to convincing the girl such a thing.
>Rarity can already tell that it’s too late to turn Trixie around. If there were a deep end, Trixie would have gone straight off of it by now.
>...
Trixie gradually feels more heaviness in her footfalls; more force against the ground as each day and week goes by.
>She's brewing something in her spiteful heart that wants to conquer.
>Something that wants to dominate.
>She knows that her former performing partners miss her already. They've asked her to come back many times.
>But Trixie is in no mood to go back to the past.
>The show is coming up.
>As alarming as it might have seemed to her had she not felt quite as ambitious about succeeding for a change.
>Person after person comes forth over and over again to get through to Trixie, only ending up with words falling upon deaf ears.
>The need for keeping distance from the girl seems to become more of a must, as she starts to get more and more defensive about people asking her about what's going on with her and things involving the talent show.
>People start to want to talk to her less and less, starting to believe more and more that her plan for some sort of revenge is a bluff.
>But they continue to be nice to her.
>...
>Finally, the talent show arrives.
>Trixie is completely unprepared, having no idea what her actual act is going to be.
>She needs it as some form of master planning where the enemy cannot predict what one will do next when the person in question does not know what they are going to do next.
>This world apparently has Trixie's peers as the enemy.
>She opens the show with the same thing she did last time, with the absence of the shadowbolt 5 in the audience watching her.
>Sugarcoat had decided that it was not worth it to look into this any further; Trixie was already unstable enough as she was.
>Twilight's magic act comes next.
>A literal magic act. One with music and... well, everything else that out shined Trixie before.
>Trixie watches with the look of someone who's getting roasted in the middle of class but has the perfectly clever will-to-live shattering comeback ready to dish out.
>Twilight's act concludes, and the rest of the talent show ensues.
>Trixie is more than glad to see that what Twilight and her friends did was of the same quality as before.
>About an hour later.
>Trixie is assigned to perform the closing act before the judges decide who wins.
>At the center of the stage, Trixie lets the vast amount of fog engulf her.
>The music starts playing.
>From the ceiling, a rope lowers. Trixie has literally no idea what she is going to do. And that is the point. She's going to steal this show.
>The better Twilight's act was, the bigger the trophy that will fall into Trixie's lap.
>She hopes her former partners are witnessing this.
>Trixie springs from the ground and does a double backflip on to the rope, sticking her feet through the loop at the lowest end.
>The arrows slide out of the quiver as the girl hangs upside down; and she catches them out of sheer reflex.
>The target from before still resides at the other side of the stage.
>Trixie rehashes the first act she did, telling the audience to randomly choose a card that is in the deck taped to the target.
>A small plushie is throws out of Trixie's pocket and into the crowd. The person who catches it picks which card is chosen.
>Ace of diamonds.
>Twilight and her friends watch with their heads dying to turn away as Trixie hangs only by her feet above the stage below.
>And the girl begins to swing back and forth, with more and more distance.
>She has no idea what on earth she's doing.
>But she sees a ledge on either side of the stage with just enough space to perch herself onto.
>After she gains enough momentum, Trixie catapults from the rope and careens towards the first ledge.
>Holds onto it with her legs as she positions herself to face the target.
>She has six arrows busheled together in her hand.
>Trixie leaps off of the ledge, pushing herself away from the wall and aiming towards the target in mid air.
>She fires the first arrow before her foot slips back into the loop at the end of the rope.
>It's, of course, a bullseye.
>Trixie lets the rope take her to the opposite ledge of the stage, where she perches herself again.
>Fires an arrow at the rope, causing it to swing more violently after the edge of the arrow brushes past it with just not enough to sever Trixie's only safe way back to ground level.
>She sticks her foot out as the loop reaches the ledge and lets herself fall away towards the other side.
>Fires an arrow while she's swinging, hits a second bullseye straight onto the butt of the first arrow.
>This continues in a pattern. Trixie swings back and forth with increasing hastiness. Soon recreating the same train of arrows she had made before.
>Each time she swings back and forth only by one foot now, she feels less and less confident that she's going to make it to the other side. Mostly through the fact that she's done it "right" so far.
>She believes that she's bound to screw up, especially without a solid plan.
>Five arrows.
>Forming a long line of metal out from the deck of cards on the target.
>There was a reason why Trixie had shuffled the cards at the beginning of the show, taped it to the target and then left the thing there until her closing act was initiated.
>It's so the audience could watch it the whole time.
>While the chosen card was FAR from being established.
>With a swift jerk of her torso, Trixie does a series of extremely rapid flips off of the rope and lands directly on her feet in the center of the stage.
>Until now, the audience has been dead silent in the light of the danger Trixie has been putting herself through.
>They remain silent on Trixie's hyperventilating command.
>She struts over to the target and peels the tape partially off of the cards without moving the arrows.
>She then kicks the front of the train of arrows, forcing the cards that have been pierced to fly away with the metal train that penetrates them.
>The rest of the deck falls straight into Trixie's hand, not breaking their deck formation as she tightly wraps her hand around the rectangle of cards.
>The first card not to be pierced is already face up in Trixie's hand, the design on the card prominent enough for the audience to make out what it is.
>Ace of diamonds.
>The whole building near collapses from the crows'd cheering.
>There's no way there wasn't even at least one person went deaf.
>...
>Trixie exits the front doors of the school with a 1st place trophy in her hand.
>Twilight and her friends hesitantly approach her, more than happy that the girl finally got what she wanted and can stop being so angry now.
>After Twilight reaches out to shake Trixie's hand, the nights big winner falls to her knees and cries.
>She tilts to her side and waits for Twilight to help her up.
>Then walks away into the night.
>Leaving her trophy behind.
>Leaving Twilight and her offer of friendship behind.
>Leaving her life behind.