Diamond Tiara Gets What's Coming To Her
Diamond Tiara Gets What's Coming To Her
Diamond Tiara didn’t like the situation that she was in. It was bad enough that her teacher Cheerilee had assigned with a big project on bugs that involved her to actually get her hooves dirty, but she also made it a group project. And not the good kind of group project where she and Silver Spoon could sit on the side and boss the lesser beings around. She actually had to contribute and show some proof of said contribution.
As if that wasn’t enough, her group consisted of the lamest ponies in her class. Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, Archer, Snips, and Snails. And there were even a few younger ponies from the class under working with them, too.
But even that wasn’t the icing on the terrible made-by-Apple Bloom cake. Because they needed somewhere with a lot of space and an adult as they were going to work late into the night, it was decided that the group would gather at Diamond Tiara’s house. And her father gave the okay for these ponies to invade her home, then her room, and then steal her bed and her cushions, forcing her to sit on the carpet!
There was surely no way that this day was going to go okay, at the rate it was going…
DING-DONG!
The sound of the doorbell. Her father would get that. Meanwhile, Diamond Tiara simply pouted as she stared down at the book at her hooves, pretending that she was actually reading it whilst occasionally glaring at one of the other foals in the room.
At least she had Silver Spoon with her, so it wasn’t completely bad. Still, she would prefer it if Scootaloo would stop touching her things with those filthy hooves of hers, or if Apple Bloom would stop bouncing on her bed.
“Diamond, sweetie!” Filthy Rich called up. “It’s for you!”
“Coming, daddy!” Diamond Tiara shouted as she jumped to her hooves and bolted to the door. Finally, a chance to get away from that lame group, even if just for a few seconds.
But then Diamond started to wonder… just who exactly was at her door to see her? Everypony in the group was already present… Wait. What if… What if it was that?
Diamond Tiara’s suspicions were confirmed as she reached the bottom of the stairs, where her father was standing beside a large cardboard box. Diamond ran up to the box and let out a squee of delight as the shipping label on it confirmed what it was.
“Open it!” Diamond demanded, seeing that it was sealed pretty tight and could only be opened with a pair of sharp scissors, the kind that she was not allowed to use. “Come on, open it open it!”
“Calm down,” Filthy Rich laughed as left the room to fetch a pair of scissors. When he returned, his daughter was standing on her hind legs over the box, her tail wagging as she stared down at the final barrier between her and the long awaited…
“Playstation Four?!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed.
Diamond Tiara wasted no time in taking her new console to her room so that she could show it off to all of the other children. “I’ve been waiting forever, but now it’s finally mine!”
“That’s great an’ all,” Apple Bloom said, “But we got a report ta do, so-”
“Yeah yeah, just let me set this up,” Diamond said, completely ignoring Apple Bloom.
“You’re so stupid!” Sweetie Belle shouted. All eyes turned to the fuming filly. “A PS4? You should have gone with Xbox One! Dummy!”
“Xbox?! Blech!” Diamond Tiara pointed to her old Xbox 360 sitting inside of her entertainment unit. “Xbox is dumb! Stupid Microsoft is lucky I even bought that!”
“Are you crazy?! It’s the ultimate console! It’s got better graphics and better games!”
“The graphics are the same on each, and its games suck! Call of Duty? More like Call of LAME!”
Sweetie Belle groaned. “You’re the lame one! You’re so lame, you don’t even get an achievement for lame! You just have to settle for a trophy!”
“I get all my achievements on Steam! At least that doesn’t spy on me twenty-four/seven.” Diamond turned to Archer, the other resident gamer in their class. “Archer, tell her which one is better! PS4 or X-lame?”
“Yeah!” Sweetie Belle said as she too turned to Archer. “Tell her how much the Xbox One kicks the PS4’s ugly, disc-hating flank!”
“… I told you,” Archer said in a bored tone, “I’m not getting a next-gen console yet. They’re expensive and they don’t work.”
Both fillies gasped. “B-But they’re new!” Sweetie Belle said.
“They’re the future!” Diamond Tiara added.
“I’m happy with my current 360 and PS3,” Archer said with a shrug.
“The Wii U’s pretty neat!” Button chimed in, hoping to add something productive to the conversation. Instead, all he got were blank stares from Sweetie Belle and Diamond Tiara.
“Lame,” they both said in unison.
“Look, can y’all talk ‘bout this some other time?” Apple Bloom asked. “Ah wanna get this project out of the way.”
“Yeah. This room smells weird,” Scootaloo said. “I wanna get outta here.”
“Fiiiiine,” Sweetie Belle said with a sigh, sitting back down and continuing with her work.
Diamond Tiara huffed and continued to unpack her console. “Fine. Let me just get this set up to make sure it’s working fine.” As she continued to unpack, Diamond glanced at the back of Sweetie Belle’s head and muttered, “At least the hard drive can be replaced.”
Sweetie Belle’s ears twitched and she turned around to butt heads with Diamond Tiara. “Xbox One’s doesn’t need to be replaced! You can just use an external one if it gets full!”
Apple Bloom and Silver Spoon both sighed and facehooved in unison.
“There’s only one way to settle this!” Sweetie Belle declared. “I think we both know what it is.”
Diamond Tiara nodded. “I’ll meet you in GTA Online tonight! Deathmatch, winner is right, loser is a stupid little marshmallow blank flank!”
“It’s on!”
Later that night…
“I’m having trouble finding your account,” Diamond told Sweetie Belle over her cell phone as she looked at her screen. “I’m telling you, I typed it in just as you said and there’s nothing!” … “Xbox live? No! I have the PS3 version of…” Diamond Tiara sighed. “… I guess I win by default, then? … BECAUSE I’M DIAMOND DAZZLE TIARA, THAT’S WHY!” Diamond shouted as she threw her phone into the wall, causing it to snap in half. “Oops! … Ah, daddy’ll get me a new one.
