Star Song Refrain Pt 1: Master Plan

>Anon wakes up.
>Not with a start, or in a cold sweat... But with a smile.
>”I’m back,” He whispers to himself.
>He throws open the curtains to a house that’s both his, and not his.
>Oh how the sun feels good.
>It’s not the first time he felt the sun on his skin in this form, but it is the first time while free.
>His smile grows as he looks out at the new dawn.
>Clothes, time to dress.....
>Oh what a ghastly selection.
>That pathetic Anon had NO taste for style and flair.
>Jeans, ragged work pants, simple shirts... Nothing worthy of greatness.
>Hmmm, he does recall.... Ah YES friends, Anon had friends.
>What was that one? He’s fading, his memories becoming hazy and fractured.
>Rarity. Yes, Rarity.
>He KNOWS she’ll happily supply him with something fabulous.
>And while he’s at it, maybe he can convince her to get in touch with an old friend.
>The Doctor and The Master, just like old times.

>Ah yes, that boutique certainly rings a bell to him.
>Oh the shame of having to go about, even for this short time in such uncouth clothing.
>The Master opens the door and waits for the proper white unicorn.
>”Oh... Hello Anon, I wasn’t expecting to see you.” She says, a bit flustered.
>He smiles at her use of his old name. “My dear, I was hoping you could help me with a little problem... TWO actually.” He says as he calmly walks towards her.
>She shakes slightly, feeling something just isn’t right.
>He leans in presses his face closer to hers. “You see, I need you to get in touch with a mutual friend of ours, The Doctor. I know he gave you a way to contact him, for if I returned.”
>She gasps and looks like she might pass out.
>The Master grabs her firmly by the horn, keeping her upright. “Now now my dear. If I am to entertain my oldest and dearest of friends, I need to dress for the occasion.”
>Rarity looks so terrified. It thrills him so.
>She stammers, but manages a, “I... I don’t have anything prepared... It’ll take some time.”
>The Master scowls and carelessly drops her to the ground. “Don’t you lie to me, I know you because he does. One like you would have made several grand designs just in case he needed them.”
>He wanders upstairs, forcing the terrified unicorn to follow and finds the nearest locked door. With a kick, it caves in.
>”So much better!” He proclaims as he’s met with a selection of human sized suits.
>He turns to her and smiles, “I’m sure one of these will do quite nicely.”

>He picks up what appears to be a well assembled patchwork piece of vibrant colors. “...No, chaos was SO two weeks ago.” He tosses it aside.
>A red and orange silk number with yellow undershirt. “....Better, but not my style.” It too get tossed to the floor.
>Oooooh, Velvet maroon jacket, light purple waistcoat, purple striped slacks.... “PERFECT! Very retro.”
>He quickly tosses it on and admires himself in the mirror. “Oh my dear, this is just fabulous.”
>He looks over to the still shaking Rarity, “Don’t fret, I’m complimenting you. So far you have endeared yourself to me... Under other circumstances we may have.... No, I still would have killed you.”
>She wailes, terrified.
>He turns to her. “Oh no my dear, I’m not going to you, you still have a purpose to me.”
>He crouches down to her. “Contact The Doctor, tell him... BEG him for help.” The Master stands and admires himself again in the mirror.
>Rarity finds her confidence for just long enough to say. “I could call the princesses...”
>The Master smirks, “You could... But I do believe I might need some shoes to go with this outfit.... Horse leather...” He looks sidelong at Rarity with a cold smile. “I do believe Sweetie Belle is big enough to accommodate.”
>Rarity nearly collapses again.
>”I see no need for that though, just contact The Doctor...” He squints into the mirror. “What do you think? It could use a splash of deep purple.”
>In one swift move, he grabs a length of Rarity’s mane, a pair of scissors, and frees the purple locks from her head.
>After fitting the acquired accessory like a cravat, he leaves the sobbing Rarity in her boutique. “Don’t forget my dear, Contact your Doctor and BEG him.”

>Mmmmm yes. New suit, new man.
>Rarity should be trying to contact The Doctor... Better safe than sorry though.
>The more the merrier after all.
>And what fortuitous timing.
>”Oh Rainbow DASH!” The Master calls out.
>The cyan pegasus turns, scowls, and goes to leave.
>The Master laughs. “Aren’t you interested in trying to save your poor Anon?”
>She turns, confused for a second. When she sees the look on his face, she realizes it’s not who she thought.
>With much hesitation, she lands. “Wha... What do you mean?” She asks.
>The Master smirks. “Oh brave and loyal Rainbow Dash... Not loyal enough it seems.”
>She frowns. She knows, but she’s not afraid. At least if she is, she’s not showing it. “Give him back.”
>The Master laughs maniacally. “Well then, that’s it. Those three words convinced me.” He closes his eyes. “Here he goes, you win...”
>Does she believe it? Is she really that daft?
>The Master snaps a hand out and takes hold of one of her wings. Dash collapses to the ground as his grip tightens. “Listen closely pathetic welp. Call The Doctor, tell him your friend needed you and you FAILED him. If you do not, then....”
>His hand tightens and begins to twist. Dash feels the bones in her wings straining. His grip holds, locks for a moment. He sneers in anger before releasing her and instead, plucking a feather to fit into his lapel as he walks away.

>Oh such good fun.
>Who next, who next.
>The timid one! The one that even refused to look Anon in the eyes yesterday. Oh making her weep will be so easy and so much fun.
>She’s shut herself inside her cottage again.
>He knocks on the door and sure enough she answers, then immediatly tries to shut the door.
>The Master stops her with a foot, then shoulders his way in. “Fluttershy.... How could you?”
>She trembles and backs away. “I..... I’m sorry...”
>He closes the door behind him. “Oh yes my dear, you should be and you WILL be.”
>She starts sobbing quietly, backed against the wall in her kitchen. “Don’t... Please don’t hurt me.”
>He sarcastically pouts. “Like you hurt him? Oh how you hurt him. All he needed was some compassion and you failed him.”
>Her sobs are less quiet now. “Please... I’ll do anything you want...”
>The Master kneels down and strokes her mane. Poor thing’s paralyzed in fear. “I know you will, and it’s quite simple my dear.”
>He takes her by the chin and angles it up, forcing her to look at him. “Contact The Doctor and tell him how very unkind you were to those that needed you most.”
>He stands. “And if you don’t?”
>Ah that Angel NEVER did like Anon.
>It’s a simple twist of the upper body, grab, knife, THWACK!
>The Master slowly walks out Fluttershy’s front door. “Don’t forget to call The Doctor... And perhaps a vet.” He says, holding his new lucky rabbits foot.
>He smiles and relishes in her screams of anguish.

>One last ‘friend’. The one that hurt him the most.
>She’s in her pitiful field, gathering her pathetic apples.
>She doesn’t even see you come up. “Hello Applejack.”
>She snaps around to him. “Anon? Ah... Ah... About yesterday. Whatcha wearin’?”
>He brushes his suit. “Oh dependable Applejack, honest Applejack. So much for all that eh?”
>Her body sags slightly. “Ahm sorry, but how was ah supposed ta... There’s something... He didn’ want me ta tell ya, but ah have to.”
>Oh this is divine. “That buried deep inside his mind is the most evil being in existence, his greatest enemy, and your worst nightmare.”
>Her face drops as the reality sinks in.
>”You failed him, you all did.” He smiles. “There’s only one thing you can do right now to attempt to redeem yourself... Call The Doctor, you will do it just as all your friends will do.”
>He sorrow turns to anger as she snaps. “Why should ah give ya what ya want? What if ah said ah’d be willin’ ta fight ya?”
>He becomes stone cold. His hand takes her by the throat. “Simple my dear,” He says, peering into her eyes. “Because I am The Master, and you will obey me.”
>Her eyes wide, staring into the murderous eyes of the man she once loved, she once failed.
>He lets her go and walks away. “I won’t bother taking something from you like I did the others, Your crushed soul is enough for me. If you care in the slightest about him, you will contact The Doctor, it may be the only way to save him, but it’s not a guarantee... To be honest.”

>He heads ‘home’.
>To wait.
>For The Doctor.
>For the end of The Star Song.
>As he walks, he sings the final part of it to himself, with a smile.

>The day will come he awakes from his dream
>And sees his life was not as it seems
>The universe will cry on that fateful day
>When he destroys the last sons of Gallopfrey.