PowerfulStache - Seasons Greetings (Rarity, unfinished)

>You are Anon.
>'Twas a dark and cliché night, with heavy rain dampening your mood even more.
>You walk through the streets, searching for the house of your client who had called you about an undisclosed issue.
>Without an umbrella, you can't see 5 feet in front of you.
>You walk the lonely road.
>The only one that you have ever known.
>Somehow, people are still driving by in this weather, occasionally splashing a bit of water on you.
>You can't blame them, as they can't see you in this weather.
>Reaching into your back pocket, you pull out the note given to you and try as hard as you can to cover it from the rain.
>4179 Canterlot Avenue
>As you traverse the sidewalk, you keep your vision focused on the houses beside you, scanning for any signs of her place.
>It's been so long since you've been anywhere near the school, that you had almost forgotten where you were.
>You consider giving up on your journey and heading home, but you are far too stubborn for that.
>The travel doesn't seem to be getting any easier.
>You pull up your wrist, sliding down the sleeve of your jacket to check the time.
>It's 8:27 P.M.
>Your energy declines, sending you into a lulled state with little attention being paid to reality.
>You wanted to just fall down into the ground and lay there, but you push on as far as you can.
>Just as you are about to slump over, you hear a crackling noise in the sky, sending shivers through your spine.

>A bolt of electricity snaps down from the sky, landing 5 feet to your right.
>This is no longer an task of perseverance, but rather, how fast you can run in heavy rain at night.
>After a straight 15 seconds of running, your body gives in to the pain, and crumbles down to the ground.
>You simply lay there, like a child refusing to get up out of bed for school.
>You don't know how long you laid there. It felt like hours.
>Out of the clear blue, a hand reaches onto your shoulder, and snaps you up from the ground and onto your feet.

"Given up, have we? You're coming inside."

>In your haze you can't make out anything with your vision, and simply follow the directions of the mysterious figure.
>The figure leads you up a set of stairs and through a door, and into their household, setting you down on a chair.
>Instead of slumping back, you rise to attention, rubbing out your eyes with your hands and knock some water out of your ears.
>As your vision clears, you see the figure that helped you inside much more clearly now, as she makes tea and frets around.
>She doesn't seem to realize that your are conscious.

"E-excuse me, m-ma'am, but, uh, who are you?"
>The lady turns around, and walks over, with a delighted look on her face.

"My name is Rarity, darling. The lady who just pulled you off the streets."