Plumber's Halloween [twin sis Sweetie Belle x Anon]

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>Standing next to your twin sister and her two friends, you ring the doorbell in front of you.
>You're not sure what to expect, considering the loud thumping sound coming from the other side.
>"Who lives here, again?" Apple Bloom asks, her scarecrow outfit not masking her apprehension.
>"Berry Punch." Scootaloo answers, adjusting her pirate eye-patch. "She was cool last year, no worries."
>The door opens, blasting music and a bitter stench in your faces, but you stay steadfast in service of the sacred mission of gathering sweets.
>>"Trick or treat!"
>Only your sister's screeching voice manages to pierce through the thunderous EDM roars.
>A woman stands in the doorway with a bottle in hand and a bag in the other, dressed in what looks like lederhosen.
>"Wuh-what? Oh, sorry."
>She walks inside the house, lowering the volume to a tolerable level before returning to the doorway, looking wobbly on her feet.
>"W-who..." Her eyes follow over to you well after she started speaking, pointing a finger at you. "...are you, then?"
"Are you serious? You can't tell?"
>This is an insult you can't let slide.
"Only the best video game character EVER!"
>This filthy casual apparently needs her memory jogged.
"It's-a-me!"
>Straightening your back, you twirl your fake mustache, pushing your chest through your blue overalls.
"Mario! The world's greatest plumber!"
>"Right, of course..." She looks at your sister in her pink dress, already dropping three pieces of candy between your three Halloween-mates.
>"That makes you Princess Peach, right?"
>"Yep!" Your sister responds cheerfully. "My big sister made it!"
>"Aww, kids your age are already doing matching costumes?"
"Well DUH, we're-"
>"Shit, I'm all out of candy." She throws her empty bag away.
>"No worries, though, m-mister... pfft...'world's greatest plumber'..."
>She pulls something plastic out of her pocket, throwing it into your bag.
>"You two have... *hic*... 'fun'... in your castle tonight."

"What was her problem?"
>Walking through the town, you pull out the non-candy object you just obtained, scrutinizing it against the moonlight above you.
"I asked for treats, this looks like literal trash."
>"Maybe she was making fun of your costume." Scootaloo gripes, sending the trio into a fit of giggles.
"Do I look like a trash compactor to you? I'm a *plumber*, and not just ANY plumber-"
>"Here he goes again." Scootaloo interrupts. "I'm going home, all this candy ain't eating itself. Have fun plumbing your pipes, or whatever."
>The other two keep giggling as Scootaloo walks away, leaving you staring redfaced at the ground.
>"Come on, Anon, look at the bright side!" Apple Bloom consoles, hand touching your shoulder.
>"M'granny says sugar is bad for you, so that lady was doing you a favor!"
"I guess..."
>"Ah should go, but this was fun! We should hang out more often."
>The only reason you joined them was because Norman went out of town, but this actually turned out to be pretty fun... for the most part.
>Waving your goodbyes, you eventually turn around to head back home.
>"You 'guess'..?"
>Uh oh.
>"Could you at least *try* to get along with my friends?"
"Apple Bloom's cool, but you have to admit... Scootaloo's a jerk."
>"What? Is not!"
"Is too!"
>"Is not!"
"Come on. She insulted Rarity's costume."
>You pull on your shirt, bringing attention to the masterpiece you're wearing.
>"Okay... but she's not a jerk..." She avoids eye contact, conceding the point. "She's just a bit... rough..."
>"And besides!" She squeaks suddenly, loud enough to startle you.
>"Would you rather be doing this alone, huh?"
"No, don't get me wrong..."
>You come to a stop with your big sister's boutique standing in front of you, a highly spooky skeleton guarding the front door.
"But to be honest, I'd rather go trick-or-treating with just you."

>Pushing open the door, you catch your sister looking at you as if you just grew a second head.
"What? Something wrong?"
>"N-no! I-I just-"
>"BOOH!"
>You freeze in shock as the world's flashiest witch jumps into your face.
"D-damn it!"
>Clutching your chest, you notice your twin having moved slightly behind you, gripping your arm.
>"Pfft, sorry... I couldn't help myself. Are you here for treats?"
"No...."
>You look inquisitively at your silent twin, who quickly backs away.
"I was just wondering, since mom and dad will freak if they see all this candy..."
>You put on your best puppy smile, knowing all your sister's biggest weaknesses.
">"Can we sleep here tonight..?"
>A quick glance over your shoulder shows your other sister still weirdly silent, not joining you in your facial coercion as she usually would.
>"Alright, sure..."
"Thanksyou'rethebest!"
>Eager to begin the year's biggest sugar-rush, you run past the fashion designer inside the house, only to be yanked back by the collar of your shirt.
>"As long as you pay the toll. One piece from your bag."
"Y-you're after my loot?"
>"What, don't you have plenty already?"
>Your despair quickly evaporates, her choice of words working in your favor.
"Okay, sure... one *piece*... coming right up..."
>You pull out the one thing from your bag that you know *isn't* candy, victoriously holding it in front of the toll guard's face.
"Here you go, then."
>The room goes uncomfortably silent, your big sister only staring at your hand.
>"Anon? What is this?"
>You recoil, her tone surprisingly harsh.
"Uhh... it's a *piece* from my bag. Like you said, right?"
>Shit, is she THAT pissed that she got outsmarted?
>"Where did you get this?" She yanks the plastic out of your hand, her voice a psychotic monotone.
"Bear-uhh... B-berry... Punch..?"
>She walks past you without as much as looking at you, grabbing a jacket.
>"You two are grounded until I get back, go to your room."

>Grounded on Halloween night. What did you do to deserve this?
>Closing the door to your room, you fall on the bed with a defeated grunt, your twin following behind you.
>There are worse places to be grounded, thankfully, especially with all this candy at hand.
>Rarity was generous enough to set aside this room as a second home for the two of you, you basically live here half the week.
"Does any of this make any sense to you?"
>"Huh? What?"
"Sweetie Belle? Hello? Are you in there somewhere?"
>You wave your hand in front of her face, breaking her apparent trance.
"Rarity just got mad at my joke and then rushed out to this Berry Punch."
>"R-right."
>You sit up, popping some jelly beans into your mouth.
>Sweetie is still acting annoyingly distant, which can't continue.
>Who else is going to nod along and agree with your opinions?
"Did I go too far, about Scootaloo?"
>You sit up on your knees on the bed next to your twin, placing a hand on your chest as a gesture of sincerity.
"If so, I'm sorry. Please stop acting like a zombie, I can't deal with this by myself."
>"W-what..? No!"
>She backs away, face going red.
>"T-that's not... I mean... that too, but..."
>You raise your eyebrow, waiting patiently for her to gather her thoughts.
>She cuts herself off with a sigh, settling her hands on her lap.
>"Do you really wanna hang out more? J-just us..?"
>Really? That was it?
>You pause, choosing your words carefully.
"Yes. You don't..?"
>"No! I mean-"
>You snake your hand up to her side without her seeing, going in for the tickle.
>"Ahh! Stop..! N-not this... ahaha!"
>Operation lighten-the-mood; success!
>You release your sister, only for her to use the opportunity to pounce on you with a roar.
>"Take that, dumb plumber!"
>Falling on your back, your sister lands on top, pinning you down with a light-hearted giggle.
"Dumb plumber, huh? Try saying that again with my plunger down your-"

>"ANONYMOUS! SWEETIE BELLE!"
>With your twin blocking your line of sight to the door, neither of you had noticed it swinging open.
>You both awkwardly sit back up, shocked at the interruption.
>"W-we were j-just..." Sweetie Belle looks on the verge of crying, scared that she'd done something wrong.
>What on Earth is going on today?
>First, some jerk gives you plastic trash, which was bad enough on its own.
>But then, Rarity rages over a joke, and now she's screaming at you for playing around, making Sweetie Belle cry?
>Nope, Sweetie Belle's tears are where you draw the line, Rarity or not.
>You throw a hand over Sweetie's shoulder, pulling her into a defiant hug while staring down your older sister.
"We have nothing to apologize for. Do you have a problem with us?"
>To your surprise, Rarity seems to back down, her face showing inner conflict.
>"N-no..." Rarity finally replies, her voice strangely shaky. "If you insist on having that kind of relationship, I suppose I can't stop you..."
>She sits down on the bed between you, pulling you both into an unexpected hug, an arm for each twin.
>"But... you're both so young, you don't know what you're doing!"
>Huh?
>"I love you both, but this could end REALLY badly, so please..." You hear a snort as she squeezes you tighter.
>"Please, at least let me help you."
"R-rarity? What are-"
>"Oh, you mean like a school counselor?" Sweetie Belle cuts you off.
>"Yes!" Rarity replies, releasing you from the hug. "Exactly like that, except for your relationship."
"Our relationship..? Why would we need help with that? We're TWINS!"
>"Well... we did have an argument just now..."' Sweetie Belle reminds you. "It couldn't hurt, right?"
>All four eyes on you, you buckle under the pressure, having no counter-argument.
"Okay, I guess..."
>"Marvelous!" Rarity stands up with gusto, turning to face you. "Get comfortable. We have a LOT to talk about."

>"First of all...." Rarity starts off, looking serious. "What were you doing just now?"
"Just... playing around. Since when is that such a big deal?"
>"You weren't about to... you know..."
>You look at your twin, who's just as clueless as you.
"...what?"
>"Oh, thank the stars!" Rarity clutches her chest and slaps her palm on her forehead, falling on the bed. "I wasn't too late!"
>Sweetie Belle raises her hand as if in a classroom, looking more excited than confused.
>"Question! Too late for what?"
>"Ehh, well..." Rarity recovers from her overly dramatic outburst, patting your twin's head with a nervous laugh.
>"Let's not put the cart before the pony, you're still too-"
"Screw the cart and screw the pony, we have cars. What are you hiding?"
>You have another staring contest with your elder sister, ending - to your surprise - with your victory.
>"A-alright, fine. *If* this goes well today, I'll tell you. Satisfied?"
>Not really, but whatever.
>You hear the sound of Sweetie Belle's hand swishing through the air next to you.
>"What do we have to do, exactly?"
>"*Ahem*, yes...
>Rarity scoots over, so that you're all sitting in a triangle on the bed.
>"Let's get started with something simple, shall we? Try holding hands."
"H-holding hands..?"
>"Something wrong, Anonymous?"
"I didn't expect... I mean... w-what does this have to do with..."
>You bite your tongue and look at your twin, expecting her to back you up, instead finding her with an outstretched hand between you.
>"Umm... I don't really mind..."
>You notice your heart beating frantically as you see Sweetie's eyes darting around.
>How is she making something so simple, so weird?

"Rarity, i-is this really part of, uhh..."
>"What, holding hands? That's the bare minimum."
>"I-I-If you don't wanna..."
>You launch your hand in desperation before she pulls hers away, your palm landing on the back of her hand, fingers grasping around it.
>Her shaky voice immediately made you realize your mistake. Sweetie Belle isn't fucking around.
"No problem here... see?"
>This should be nothing compared to the earlier tickling, but you still can't shake the feeling that this is somehow different...
>"Aww, you two are ADORABLE."
>Feeling your own pulse in multiple places, you decide the floral patterns on the sheets under you require close examination.
>"That's not quite right, though..."
"W-what? But... I'm doing it, aren't I?"
>"You're holding her hand, Anon, but you should be *holding hands*."
>Shit. Failing this friendship lesson would be bad enough, but you're looking like an idiot in the process.
>You let go and present your palm, letting your twin take hold of it the proper way, fighting through the awkward silence.
>Rarity drops a hand on your shoulder, breaking the tension.
>"Don't feel bad, Anon, you're doing great."
"Huh? I am?"
>Rarity crosses her arms and straightens her back, putting on her preferred monologuing pose.
>"You two should be comfortable with the same level of physical contact before pushing further. One of you being too far ahead of the other would only cause problems."
>Rarity pats you on the head, flashing you an uncharacteristically warm smile.
>"This isn't an exam. You went out of your comfort zone to catch up to Sweetie Belle, which shows that you care. That's the whole point."
>What? Just... what?
>'Physical contact'? 'Pushing further'? What kind of friendship lesson is this?
>Feeling an increase in pressure around your hand, you freeze as you notice the brightly lit face on the person on the other end.
>This IS just a friendship lesson... right?

>"Right!"
>Rarity holds up a finger, a giddy excitement in her voice.
>"Now that you're on the same page, we can move on to the important stuff. Sit across from each other, like..."
>Rarity nudges you to the side so that you're facing Sweetie Belle on the bed, your bodies mirroring each other.
>"Like... ohmygosh!" She links together your free hands with a doting squeal, your hand-holding now doubled.
>"Don't let go, this is perfect!"
>You have a bad feeling about this.
>"Now, for an exercise in honesty. I believe I shouldn't have to explain why that's important..?"
"Umm... actually..."
>"Darling! How can a relationship ever work if you don't even *know* each other?"
>"Oh, oh!" Sweetie Belle suddenly raises her hand, pulling yours up with it.
>"So are we playing a game of truth or dare, without the dare part?"
>"Precisely! Except I will ask the questions, and you will both answer."
>You have a VERY bad feeling about this.
>"Is... is that like-"
"An interrogation?"
>Crickets.
>"Oh, Anon..." Rarity leans her head closer, innocently fluttering her eyes at you. "You trust your big sister, don't you?"
>You're starting to seriously wonder.
"I guess..."
>"Splendid!" She slaps your back, making you swallow a jelly bean whole.
>"Just think of this as getting to know each other better, there's nothing to worry about."
>Literally everything about this is worrying you.
>"Sweetie Belle!" She points at your twin. "What is one thing you dislike about Anon?"
"WHOA, hold up. That's way too personal, and how is this supposed to make anything better?"
>Rarity chuckles condescendingly, patting your head.
>"Darling, if you think this is too personal, just you wait..."
>"Umm..." Sweetie Belle interrupts. "Can I say anything..?"
>Rarity nods. "As long as you're being honest."
>Sweetie Belle exhales deeply, making you more than a little nervous.
>"Super Mario is garbage just like every old platformer, and your obsession with it is getting obnoxious."

>You gawk at your heretic of a twin, speechless.
>Even Rarity looks surprised.
"Rarity... am I supposed to take this..?"
>"Err... no. Anon, same question."
"Alright then."
>You take a deep breath, knowing exactly what to say.
"Scootaloo's a total asshole, and you just don't want to admit it."
>She pulls her hands back.
>"You take that back."
>You peer into each other's eyes in mutual distaste, both on edge.
>If she decides this must be settled physically, then fuck it, you're ready.
>"Pause." Rarity's hand descends between you, karate-chopping the eye contact.
>"Sweetie, does Anon have a point?"
>"No! He's exaggerating!"
>"Oh?" Rarity smirks, raising an eyebrow. "Exaggerating what?"
>"She, uhh... it's not- I mean..."
>She slumps after a couple more rounds of stuttering, sighing into her lap.
>"O-okay. Sorry, Anon..."
>Wait, what?
>That didn't sound sarcastic, or insincere, or anything.
>That sounded like an actual apology.
>"Now, Anon..."
>You snap to attention, knowing exactly what's coming.
>"Do you love Mario more than Sweetie Belle?"
"I, uhh..."
>A lump forms in your throat.
>Had Sweetie not gone all apologetic on you, you could've just responded in kind and this weird exercise would've been over.
>But no. Everyone apparently woke up this morning and decided today is a good day to lose their fucking minds.
>Feeling the pressure of the two sets of eyes on you, you exhale slowly, reaching for your red cap.
>You take a moment's silence to look at the big M stitched on the front.
>You owe him that much before going Judas on him.
"N-no."
>You throw the cap on the floor, silencing the room.
"I don't."