Wardrobe To Equestria

Derpy smiled as she landed perfectly onto a a cliff that overlooked Ponyville.

Taking one last glance, she turned, and took flight to the direction of the Everfree forest.

“Who.. Who are you?" asked Derpy.

She was in a dark place. But even so, she could see clearly what was sitting calmly in front of her.

It was herself. For a moment she thought it was a mirror without edges, but when she spoke, the figure in front of her didn't move a muscle.

"Where the brambles are thickest…”Derpy recited, looking around. “There you will find, a pond beyond the most twisted of vines!" she dug at the ground, and the soil immediately caved in, opening a hole large enough for a pony to fit in.

"You look just like-" started Derpy.

But her lookalike blinked, and she noticed her eyes. They were in perfect condition, unlike her own.

The water rippled as Derpy half-landed into a large pond, in the heart of the Everfree forest.

“The magical mirror pond.” said Derpy, her voice bouncing off the cave’s rocky walls.

She smiled as she slowly lowered herself in, reciting.

"And into her own reflection she stared, yearning for one whose reflection she shared,” her whole body was in the pond now. But she could still somehow speak without bubbles escaping her, or the water distorting her words.

“And solemnly swore not to be scared …at the prospect of being double-mared."

"Just like you?" the figure spoke, finishing Derpy's sentence. "My dear, I am you."

Derpy pulled a derp face without problem. She started walking towards 'herself', looking for any other dissimliarities.

“Well, hello.” Said Derpy to Derpy.  She looked upon her clone, admiring the handiwork of the mirror pond.

“Hello to you too.” said the clone. “What shall we do today?”

“I say we rustle up some trouble in boring ol’ Ponyville.”

"But... your eye, it's alligned," she said, pointing to her own." Unlike mine, of course."

Without a reply, Derpy teetered on her hooves awkwardly.

"So... any idea where we are?"

“DERPY!” shouted Vinyl, bursting from the doors of the house. “Thank goodness you’re back!”  she wrapped her arms around the clone, enveloping her in a tight hug.

“Um… blue striped mane… sunglasses.. must be the Vinyl she told me about.” she thought to herself.

“Hello, Vinyl, it’s good to be back. I’ve missed you too… best friend?”

Vinyl detatched herself from Derpy, looking at her with confusion. Best friend? Vinyl would have been glad to be able to call her that, but Derpy calling her a best friend?

She stared at her so intently, the clone started to worry if she’d said the wrong thing. Fortunately for it, decided that it was Derpy’s way of saying “All is forgiven.” And let the matter pass.

“Come on in, I’ve missed you so much,” she continued. “You had me worried when you just went off flying like that, I’ve already cleared away the mess in your room.”

Derpy struggled to remember the name of the other stallion that lived there. "What was it? the Accountant?"

"So... has the Doctor missed me?" the clone asked.

Vinyl stopped abruptly, thinking of how the Doctor was more angry about the mess in Derpy's room than Derpy herself going missing.

"Uh..."she mumbled. "Yes. Yes he has."

Vinyl looked tight lipped as she had just lied- but she wouldn't take any chances with Derpy flying off again, if she found out the Doctor didn't even wince upon finding out that she'd been missing for 2 whole days already.

"What's that sound?"said Derpy, her ears perking up. She had been sitting quietly, parallel to her lookalike.

Still, with no response from her lookalike, she decided to just walk around and see if she could remember what had happened to her.

“All I remember… was my eyes hurting… “ she thought “..then Vinyl came in and…. I got angry. I remember.” Her heart clenched, thinking of how she had lashed out on the completely innocent Vinyl.

“Oh no,” Derpy breathed at last.

Nick struggled to keep both Tracy, and his friends happy.

He decided to have a little talk with Tracy, to see what she really thought of Haz and Mel.

“No date tonight,” he announced to Haz and Mel at the café they always seem to end up in. “Gotta find out what the lady really thinks of you guys!”

Haz and Mel said “awwww,” in unison, but as soon as Nick left, they sighed in relief.

“Hey, have you ever noticed Nick always calls Tracy ‘the lady’?” I asked Haz. :It's weird."

He nodded, and pulled out a sleek black laptop from his backpack.

“I say we do a little research on Tracy Heron.” He said, with a smile. “I think there’s more to her than flowery dresses and temper tantrums.”

Connecting to the the café’s wifi, he started by making a Google search. Strangely, there was a Wikipedia on Lady Tracy Heron. There was a picture of her, too, removing all doubt from their minds, the Tracy they’d been hanging out with the past few days was an actual Lady!

“Heiress to the Heron & Sons gold mining empire.” muttered Haz. I whistled. “She’s rolling in the dough! That would explain how she could spare Nick so many suits. It would barely make a dent in her daddy’s gold frickin’ empire!”

“Hey, maybe everytime we go out, we can make her pay for everything.” I joked. “But.. doesn’t that mean.. well.. is Nick could have been using her for her money?”

‘Maybe he didn’t know she was a Lady either.” Haz replied. “Though I doubt it. If he didn’t know, he’d probably have noticed by the dozen over suits she’d bought for him.”

“Looks like we’re gonna have a little talk with Nick and his ‘Lady’” said Haz, his tone quite serious.

I noticed the grim look on his face. “What’s wrong? Don’t you think it’ll be awesome if Tracy pays for everything?” I asked.

“Well.. I suppose, but, it well.. if Nick gets married to Tr-“ he started.

“Oh god, don’t let me think about THAT. A few dates with her and I’m already sick of her attitude. The Lady and Nick will break up. I know it.” I retorted.

“What if they don’t?” said Haz, his face anxious.

“Trust me, the only way for Tracy and Nick to get close to even getting engaged, is for the Lady to go on her knees and beg for his hand in marriage.” I scoffed. “And a Lady with that much so-called ‘class’ would never stoop as low as that. Literally!”

Haz laughed, and the mood was fun again.

"Tracy," started Nick. "Do you like Mel and Haz?"

He smiled, knowing that the answers were sure to be yes. "Everybody likes Mel an-" he thought.

"No." said Tracy. That single word snapped Nick out of his thinking. "I don't like them at all. Too rowdy and no class."

"But.." started Nick. "They're friendly and fun, and they're also my friends, so we would be hanging around with them a lot. Maybe you just need some getting used to."

But Tracy snorted, and held her head high. "Why should we bother with those swines?" she said with a Ladylike grace, yet, spiteful and not very classy.

"I bet," I said. "Nick and Tracy are agreeing that we're good friends to hang out with, right now."

I looked away, ashamed.

"And here we are, bad mouthing Tracy, and saying how they're probably going to break up." said Haz. "Oh, darn. It's already 8 'o clock. I have to get going now, I've got work tomorrow."

He got up, waved to me, and left.

Soon after, a waiter came by and handed me a check. Taking a glance at the 4 cups of coffee and garlic bread and french fries he ate, altogether costing 20 dollars,

"HAZRAIN JOE ARIF!" I yelled.