Silver Spoon's Dolls

         I don't know why my dolls don't like being what they are after Ms. Twilight is done with them. Is it that they have buttons between their ears? Is it being deactivated and unable to move? Is it being mind-controlled? Or is it the fact that they're the size of my eye that's crushes them? I just don't know.

        Today I was bored. I'd already done court for the week, my dolls would have to wait for that, and Diamond was on vacation in her family's beachside mansion on the Mareibbean, so I couldn't Hype her. I didn't know what I wanted to do, so I decided on finding something. I found that something in my dolls.

        I decided to make the trip to the attic today on hoof, walking through my house as my mind wandered, settled, then repeated that process all the way up to the attic. I shook myself out of whatever it was I was in and dinged the bell, the sweet sound echoing through the attic.

       Two short pops later, I had two unicorn butlers looking at me expectantly. I thought for a moment before saying something I hadn't said in three months. "The book."

       With a mild look of surprise, the first butler went and fetched me my constantly revised doll catalog. I thanked them and grabbed the book, taking it back to my room and laying it and myself on my plush bed. I flipped it open to the unicorn filly section, perusing the children I had available and their information, such as their name, their status(fiery, defiant, stubborn, droopy, broken, shattered), and their colors, as well as their cutie mark.

       I found Dinky, and jotted her name down on my notepad I'd nabbed from the shelf nearby my bed. I wrote her down, then with some thought wrote down her mother's name as well. I looked through my unicorn teens and found the other member of their family, a unicorn named Sparkler that I'd obtained recently.

     Then there was Ditzy's husband, Time Turner, also called 'The Doctor'. With those four names on the pad, I headed back to the attic.

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    I was Princess Silver Song again, with four of my subjects around me. I had a faint idea of what I'd do, but not how I'd do it.

   Anyway, as I stood regally, lost in my thoughts, the de-activated dolls were tied to tables by my guards, Sparkler and Dinky's magic being taken by the spell, so I didn't have to worry about that.

   One by one, I turned them on and looked at my wall. It was covered in a huge arrangement of things: whips, paintballs guns and paintballs, hammers of all shapes and sizes, some chainsaws, some old-fashioned swords, katanas, daggers, knives, and claymores, some serrated and some not, some bows and crossbows with arrows; in short, everything a professional interrogator would every want.

   Today, I levitated down a hammer and took aim. Then I swung, at Dinky's small lavender horn.

  The younger filly screamed in pain, the shards of her plastic horn scattering across the floor, where they were picked up in purple auras and deposited into a glass vial labeled 'Dinky' in clear quill-writing. I looked at Ditzy. The grey, wingless pegasus had tears streaming down her face at the sight of her daughter's pain, as well as the fact that she couldn't help her. Time Turner's face was red with rage, and he glared at me with such force that if looks could kill, I'd be a goner.  I rolled my eyes and continued. I turned to Dinky, her screams dwindling into a much quieter, yet constant whimper, her forehead dribbling small, amber-colored sparks from the break where my hammer had taken her horn.

   I asked her "Do you know why you were brought here?" The young filly shook her head, still whimpering. I reared back and cackled, then screamed into her face in my own rendition of the Royal Canterlot Voice: "Because your mother WANTED you to be brought here!"  Dinky stopped whimpering and her eyes widened. She turned her head. "Mama?"

   But Ditzy couldn't meet her younger daughter's gaze. I'd just screamed the ugly truth at the top of my lungs, in front of her unknowing family. She hung her head, tears slowly tracing paths down her cheeks. "M-muffin, I-" But she was cut off by Sparkler. The enraged teenager's face was red, her eyes flashing murderously. "You did?" She asked it quietly, but the hate contained in just those two words told me all I'd needed to know. I'd just achieved my goal. I'd broken the Doo family into shards so tiny, they'd never be able to pick up the pieces and let go.

   Ditzy began crying as Sparkler turned away, or at least turned her head. "I hate you." I cackled evilly. Time Turner glared at his wife before sighing and turning away silently. Dinky began whimpering again, tears spilling down her face and onto the floor.

  With a grin, I hefted my hammer again, and aimed at Sparkler's horn. The young unicorn never saw it coming, either: it smashed down, and with a crack, her horn splintered into many small shards and scattered across the floor. Again, I collected the shards and stuffed them in another vial, but this time labeled 'Sparkler'. The teenager hid her face under her mane and hissed quietly, her green magic sparking out of the broken base. Her tears were accompanied by no whimper, in fact no sound at all.

  I hefted my hammer and aimed carefully, tendrils of purple magic encasing the mouths of Dinky and Sparkler. Time Turner was harshly shocked with my magic, a near-death experience for him. The purple lightning was still crackling across his coat in some places when I let the hammer drop toward my intended target.

  Then it hit the side of Ditzy's face with a sharp crack. Her head twisted at an unnatural angle and issued another crack before she fell limp, stopping breathing as her ears fell lifelessly and her limbs went limp in her restraints. I released the magic hold I had on the foals' mouths as the lightning let go of Time Turner's, and gave them a few minutes to absorb the limp, lifeless form of Ditzy.

  Then I charged my horn and blasted Time Turner with lightning again, except this time, his head flung up and his limbs jerked, and then he fell. I grabbed my newest chainsaw off the wall and approached Sparkler, approaching the hornless unicorn and resting it on the left side of her neck. Then I pulled the cord, and the serrated machine whirred to mechanical life. It was quickly stained red as I made short work of Sparkler's neck.

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   I fastened my blue necklace and threw on my glasses, tilting them just so for some unnamed effect. That, and so they wouldn't slide up too far when I turned my nose up at those ridiculous excuses for fillies and colts me and Diamond went to school with. Then I strolled out the front double doors into Ponyville's warm and thankfully dry morning. I had school, and when I got home, Miss Twilight will've repaired all my broken or damaged dolls.

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  Today, I decided to play town after school. I set up some of my buildings, ringing the small 'town' with enchanted jewels then I took a pedestal and had it bolted to the floor, closing and locking the cage after the enchanted amethyst had been placed in it. Another couple of pedestals were bolted in, but these pedestals held up my observation platform.

  The platform's pedestals were painted to look like tree trunks, with canopies underneath, above, and around each level. In the three levels, each one was different. the things they shared were the mounted binoculars as well as the mounted crossbows. There were large and puffy cushions scattered around for me and whatever guest I had with me, as well as some computers connected to some small, hidden cameras all over town.

  I shrank myself at the Castle and rode my chariot over to the area, the guards and chariot departing quickly as a butler sparked the enchantment on the jewels scattered in a rough circle around the small 'town'. A glimmering shield of rainbow magic made a dome over the town, coming from the amethyst in the pedestal below me.

  My dolls were activated and placed into the town, completely unaware of me above them as they walked out of their houses, crying with joy at being 'freed'.

  As you can probably tell, they were a batch of newer dolls. One doll, a blue Pegasus, looked up and yelled. "Hey! Look! The Princesses liberated us and shielded Ponyville!"

  Cheers went up from every doll placed into the town, and they charged as one towards the replica of Ponyville's library and flung open the door. The hope and elation died, replaced by dread and fear. then all the doors and windows in town were slammed and bolted, trapping them out in the open.

  The group turned and bolted, only to scream in terror as they tripped over the motionless body of the ringleader pegasus, a crossbow bolt sticking out of his head.

  I grinned as they scattered, screaming and crying or kneeling and praying.  Then I reloaded and aimed.

Thwack!