World's Best Mom

>Be Twilight Velvet
>Dude, life is so fucking amazing right now
>Rode the cock carousel in college
>Hell, WAY past college, well into your thirties
>Then, when you needed some stability, that Nightlight guy was there for you
>Even took care of your first kid you'd had with Fancy Pants
>But, the one you popped out with Nightlight had some sort of weird brain condition that made them socially abnormal
>And they were cloying as FUCK
>Always going 'oh, Mom, look, I memorized this chemistry book, and I performed this dumb experiment, aren't you happy?'
>You heard this is what happens when you have kids when you're older
>Luckily, Fancy Pants never stopped loving you
>What a fucking fag
>You were able to divorce Nightlight, and, despite island hopping with your rich boyfriend, he still had to pay crazy alimony to you
>Shit was crazy
>Only bad thing is you sometimes have to spend some sending dumb cards to your literally retarded daughter
>What is she now? Like 15 or something? Whatever
>"Ah, Velvet, there you are! Did you still want to go to the wine tasting with me?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. Just gotta finish this dumb card up."
>Hallmark cards are getting more expensive
>'Happy 15th Birthday,
>'Love,
>Mom <3'
>Eh, good enough

>You really, really wish Nightlight would stop trying to e-mail you
>Just having his voice play in your mind when you read his words makes you want to wretch
>The guy was a total pussy the whole time you were married, never took charge in anything, and basically LET you leave
>Despite the fact that you've never replied to him, he still e-mails you
>Sometimes, he has the gall to criticize you for not 'doing more' for your kids
>Shining has always done well for himself, and you're quite proud of him
>Twilight, on the other hand... Well, you thought giving her your name would mean she'd be anything like you, but sheesh, you wish you'd gone through with the abortion
>At the very least, her birth meant that, during the divorce, you were able negotiate a higher alimony to 'surrender' custody of Twilight to him
>He literally paid you more money to be the one to have to spend money on that autistic vampire
>Anyways, recently he's been e-mailing you about Twilight doing drugs, and even being raped
>It's like making up crazy shit about his boring life with his boring daughter is how he thinks he can get you back
>'Oh, I just want us to be a family again, where'd it all go wrong?'
>Pah
>He's the one who didn't fight for you when you cheated on him
>'Don't you think your daughter would just want to hear your voice for once after something so traumatic? That she might need her mother at a time like this?'
>This fucker just can't stop it with the lies
>"Ah, Velvet! Still up for that polo match? Or did you want to head over to the museum's new exhibit?"
"I was thinking we could actually go to that new five-star restaurant that opened up."
>"Excellent taste, my dear."
>Just got to finish this up quick
>Your old life just keeps on trying to soak up all your time
>For the first time, you reply to Nightlight
>You send him a file containing lewd photos of you and Fancy Pants
>That'll get him to stop talking to you, you hope
>Now, which dress should you wear...

>Mm, another nice day on the beach
>Recliner
>Margarita
>Sun
>That magnificent ocean air...
>Your phone rings
>Ugh, and you were having such a nice time relaxing in this beautiful sun
"Twilight Velvet speaking."
>"M-Mommy? Mommy, I'm so scared."
>What the hell is this, a prank call?
"Look, I don't know how you got this number, but—"
>"Th-They're all dead... Dad, my friends... I'm so scared..."
"Wait, Twilight?"
>What in the world was Twilight doing calling you?
>How did she even get your number?
>This is probably Nightlight's doing
>Some scheme to get you back, again
"Twilight, did Nightlight put you up to this?"
>There's just whimpering on the other end
>You shrug, lean over, and take your margarita into your hand, sipping on the high quality beverage
>You're not going to let Nightlight ruin your perfectly good tanning time
>"Mommy, please, I'm so sorry for breaking you and Dad up... I'm so scared... D-Discord, he... Dad, my friends, my girlfriend—"
"WHAT?!"
>You end the call
>God, you knew your daughter was off, but THIS off?
>You didn't raise her to be some homosexual freak
>And either this was some Nightlight stunt, or whatever mental world your daughter has cooked up for herself
>There's an overactive imagination, and then there's whatever Twilight has
>"Velvet, you look upset... Who was that?"
"Huh? Oh, it was just my daughter. Even on the other side of the world, it seems I can't get away from my old life..."
>"I always liked Twilight."
>You groan
>He'd barely known her at all
>You're glad you could convince him to take you away with him
>Took a lot of convincing
>'It's just not right, Velvet!'
>You could change his tune
>You lay back down on your recliner, taking in the sun
>A few more minutes, and it'll be time for your backside...

>You're not really one for art museums
>They seem tacky and meaningless
>'Oh, the technique of the old masters, it's almost like looking through a window!'
>You could take a picture with your smart phone and have a 'photo realistic' image
>Some of the post-modernist exhibits catch your eye, though
>Lots of passion and vigor in them, much like yourself
>Sometimes you fancy yourself capable of being in a museum one day
>But today, you're looking at a rather old painting, almost lost in it, which is not like you at all
>Something about it just—
>Your phone rings
>Probably one of Fancy's clients trying to hit on you again
>Wonder if you'll let this one succeed this time
>It's been a while since you've let yourself have a little aside...
"Hello?~"
>"M-Mommy?"
>You groan
>It's been months since Twilight called you last, which means THIS call is months too soon for you
"What do you want?"
>"D-Discord wants to talk to you..."
>Who?
>There's some rustling on the other end as the phone exchanges users
>"Twilight Velvet, correct?"
"Yes. Whatever this is, can you hurry up? I'm perusing art and I hate to be interrupted."
>There's a chuckle on the other end of the line
>"Well, you see, I have your daughter... I hear your friends with a rather fat cat, no? Well—"
"Look, whoever you are, whatever games Nightlight has you playing, it's not funny. You expect me to believe my daughter's been kidnapped? Tell Nightlight: Do not contact me anymore. I'm done. I'm changing my number."
>Can't Nightlight ever leave you alone
>Doesn't he realize you're not PROPERTY
>"I'm a bit of a jokester, but I can assure you, right now I'm not joking. I have your—"
"Goodbye."
>You forcefully end the call
>What a hassle your life has been...
>Fancy Pants walks beside you
>"This is a rather nice one, isn't it, Velvet?"
>Something about this portrait touches you
>A mother and her child
>There's an elegance and nostalgia to it
"It reminds me of my childhood with my mother."
>You smile

>You hadn't expected to actually find anything when you went searching the 'death' of your daughter
>When the invitation to Nightlight's funeral had arrived, you'd taken it as just another one of his many attempts at getting you back into Canterlot
>But...
>It seemed it was all true, what Twilight was telling you
>The funeral is going to be a closed-casket, you assume, seeing as they found her strewn about Canterlot
>Someone had sent the police on a wild goose chase just to find the pieces...
>So morbid...
>You read off the list of names of deaths associated with the crime
>Most don't mean anything to you
>Sunset Shimmer, Treehugger, Fluttershy, Nightlight...
>Well, seems you missed his wake
>To think, you were the last person Twilight ever spoke to
>And you didn't even speak to her, really
>How could you have known what was really going on?
>No sane person would hold you responsible for something like this...
>You notice Fancy Pants leaning over your shoulder, a grimace on his face
>"What's this? Looks rather grim—"
>His jaw drops, and he covers his mouth
>"By God! Velvet, your family... Are you okay?!"
>You nod
"It... Doesn't even seem real to me."
>"Well, we have to go to Canterlot! We—"
"But the date coincides with the arrival of the Arabian prince. We've been looking forward to this ball for months! What happened is terrible, but—"
>Fancy Pants shakes his head
>"Surely you can't be serious?!"
>You shrug
"I just don't think I could bear it..."
>This is all terrible, but...
>Being there would only put more stress on you
>You've just lost your family!
>Do you really need to have it shoved in your face?
>Fancy Pants shakes his head lowly before nodding
>You can always get him to agree with you
>You turn back to your monitor
>Jasmine Star's sob stories won't be anything compared to yours
>Maybe your life will even become a Lifetime movie
>It's all so surreal right now...