Business was booming for Rarity World. The fashionista had, in her spare time, painstakingly built an appropriate amusement park for one with her tastes to allow others to wile away their lives in. The whole thing had been built using a combination of blood, sweat, and about twenty thousand bits.

Rarity used a hoof to click the mouse and beamed proudly as the congratulatory message informed her that she had just built another toilet. She could never have enough toilets for the hapless guests!

“Thank Celestia I managed to figure this out before the afternoon rush! Celestia only knows what happens when those pitiful saps can’t find the bathroom.”

Against her better judgement, she had agreed to the tutorial informing her that it was probably a good idea to have a nice healthy variety of attractions. She had wanted a nice, relaxing boat cruise built, and to charge a healthy fee—about fifteen bits per hour. If those couples were going to enjoy each other on her time, she was going to make them pay for it. Sadly, the virtual denizens didn’t like her idea of a good time.

She, in a rather thoughtful mood, had named a lot of the virtual inhabitants after the important ponies in her life. Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Sweetie Belle, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and Applejack, for the most part, seemed to enjoy the park she so painstakingly built.

“Twilight Sparkle has just ridden Mountain of Doom,” a message stated proudly. Rarity beamed at the avatar of her best friend.

“Atta girl, Twilight! You have been jumping around nervously for the past half hour about what to ride.” Rarity made a mental note to include a Picture Gift shop. “How was it, darling?”

Rarity clicked the information box and glanced at the statistic levels for her beloved friend. “Wow, Twilight, you are very happy with my ride! I am glad, dear. See what happens when you venture out of the library? Now, where are you currently?”

“Twilight Sparkle is currently in the restroom.” Rarity tuttered sympathetically and smiled, patting the virtual Twilight in her mind.

“You had a rough day. To ride a big ride for your first time is an incredible feat. Now, what is everypony else up to?”

Rarity felt guilty the first several hours for watching the citizens like a hawk, but she didn’t know what else to do. Watching the ponies made her feel powerful. She had these ponies best interests in mind, and their happiness was most important for the thriving business-mare.

She fiddled with the mouse for a bit and searched for her desired commands. She really couldn’t believe that one of Sweetie’s older games would become such a huge hit. She was supposed to be working on a dress, but curiosity had gotten the best of her. She had sat down, intending to mock it and get back to work. That had been about three hours ago.

Pinkie was riding “‘The Galloping Gala’” and proclaiming her highest enthusiasm for it. Fluttershy, true to the real-life counterpart, had ridden the slow-moving carousel, and hardly seemed to venture to anything ‘scarier’. Rainbow Dash was riding ‘The Spinning Wheel of Tartarus’ and practically gushed out ravishing complements for the ride.

This pleased the goddess of the amusement park, who chuckled to herself. Earlier in her adventure of being an operator of fun, she had accidentally built a pit of water. Admittedly, she had been starting out. She had no idea what to do and nopony (should there be any witnesses) could fault her for that.

In a self-deprecating manner, Rarity decided to call this water pit of despair and loneliness “The Pit of Failure” to remind her not to waste precious resources on useless baggage.

A white unicorn stallion entered the park. Rarity glanced at the screen and noticed that this stallion was surrounded by an entourage of ponies. She looked closer and noticed he had his nose turned up in a holier-than-thou manner.

A note popped up and Rarity read it with interest. “Name this guest...”

Rarity looked really carefully at this guest. She could name this pony after a character in one of her trashy romance novels and ignore them for the rest of the day. But what would be the fun of that?

The unicorn stallion made sure to stick close to his guards at all time and seemed to glare at each of the visitors, as if they were tarnishing his reputation simply by walking past him. It reminded her of somepony, but the name just wouldn’t reveal itself to her.

A comment balloon popped up and Rarity paused in her character interpretation for a moment and read the speech bubble.

“This place is a pigsty unfit for these hooves to tread upon.”

Rarity’s eye twitched and she glared at the screen. So, this guest thought they were just too good for her, huh? She had toiled away at hours on end to make the perfect theme park, and some simpleton just waltzes into her park to critique her hard work?

“I toiled away for hours on end, and you just waltz in here and criticize my perfect theme park? How dare you, sir!” Rarity glared at the screen. If the virtual customer could feel the unicorn’s rage, he would have felt a painful sensation deep within his bowels that caused them to slowly shrivel into dust.

The name still refused to appear for Rarity, so she made sure to name the next best thing for a stallion like that.

Grinning like an idiot, the up-and-coming ruler of Rarity World hoofed out her judgement and typed “Dickhead” in the speech bubble.

A command prompt popped up five seconds after that. “Dickhead is displeased with the way the theme park causes his skin to shrivel.”

Rarity frowned in and pondered how to take this information. She would have to be delicate and sensitive. After all, this was a customer, and their valuable input is what made Rarity World the successful business venture it was. Filth in her beloved park was never tolerated. Her friends knew this, the other park patrons knew this, and she expected perfection from any and all visitors.

“Let’s see how this works itself out.” Rarity sighed to herself. Her park was on the brink of judgement and she needed to work out a solution.

She followed “Dickhead” around and made sure he was never alone. His mood levels and indication stayed at an abysmal “unsatisfied” the whole time. Little by little, Rarity read the command prompts and understood just how “Dickhead” felt about her world of perfection.

“The decor is flat and tasteless and leaves the mind wanting more.”

“The food is stale and tastes horrendous. I can’t believe ponies crave this abominable filth.”

“Whoever built this place seems to be a whiny, attention-craving brat who needs a timeout.”

These and many more rude comments popped up and Rarity felt her blood boil. The other visitors seemed to distance themselves from the rude “Dickhead,” as if sensing their mistress’s anger. But Rarity was a lady and accepted the criticism with grace and diligence.

Finally, “Dickhead” approached her proudest accomplishment. She had unlocked this ride. According to various online sources that she had checked up on, this ride was the greatest in the entire game. It was very hard to unlock and required a whopping three hours of playtime, satisfactory happiness levels for any and all guests, a popular attraction level, and many other tiring unlocking requirements.

Rarity breathed deeply for a few moments. She wasn’t going to lose it. Besides, not everypony shared her tastes. Not everything was perfect and she understood how unlikely anything was perfect.

The unicorn paused and finally ventured into the waiting line. His thought bubble stated, “I hope the reviews of this ride are worth my time.”

Rarity nodded wisely but said nothing. Her eyes bored into the avatar and drilled it with her piercing gaze. She heard a bump suddenly from somewhere, but didn’t pay it any mind. No, absolutely no distractions. She had a client and would be giving them her absolutely fullest attention.

She watched his mood levels and checked his satisfaction charts, noting grimly that they stayed in unsatisfactory levels. This posed problems. A glitch in her perfection. She craved absolute perfection. A guest that was unhappy needed her help.

She waited for the line to start and hoped things got better. Finally, after what seemed like ages, Rarity noticed pleasantly that the line moved up, the other ponies awaiting their turn on what was likely Rarity World’s greatest attraction. She smiled, pleased with the results. This was going to turn out lovely.

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“This ride was absolutely horrible! I have never partaken in anything childish or abominable in my entire life. They should fire the workers and everypony in this terrible waste of filth and resources. I plan on never returning to ‘Rarity World’ again.”

Rarity was left shocked and speechless as she finished reading the reaction. Her customer had been unsatisfied. She wasn’t perfect. Who did this Dickhead think he was? What gave him the right to criticize her and insult her integrity?

“I will never visit this place again. I can’t believe I even wasted my time by coming here. Now where is the exit?”

He began to walk away from “The Swirling Madness” and headed toward the exit to Rarity World. He was the blight that kept Rarity World from functioning normally. If he was allowed to exit, he would infect that perfection. Only happy ponies thrived and made Rarity grow as a successful business-mare.

Without so much as thinking what she was doing, she used her mouse, clicked on her unsatisfactory guest, and began to move him.

“What the!” Dickhead exclaimed in shocked outrage. The citizens of Rarity World stared wide-eyed as the floating pony began to head away from them. For several moments, Rarity was worried that she had scared her visitors.

Deciding to correct the witness problem, she settled Dickhead down near a settlement of woods. She made sure to build a fence around that area as Dickhead recovered from the drop to keep him nice and trapped.

“Entertainers! Everypony must be entertained and happy.” Rarity clicked frantically at the recruitment button.

“Recruit employee...”

Rarity clicked at the entertainer and, when prompted for pay, entered five hundred bits.

“Just entertain them. Make sure everypony is happy.”

She watched as the pony in a jester's outfit trotted smugly down the path and entertained the concerned guests.

She watched everypony’s mood levels relax from the yellow “caution” level to “perfectly fine” levels and allowed a sigh of relief to escape from her mouth. She had done it. Everypony was now completely happy.

A command prompt popped up on the screen and Rarity smiled widely as “Dickhead can’t find the exit,” stared back at her.

“Oh dear, we can’t have a lost guest now, can we? I must solve this as quickly as possible.”

Rarity moved her view to find that Dickhead was walking in a circle. His mood had changed from annoyed to panicked.

Rarity smiled down at him like a mother to a foal.

“Dickhead can’t find the exit.”

Rarity’s smirk grew.

“The poor dear must have lost his way. Let me help him find his way.” She turned to the happy guests laughing at the jester.

“Let this be a lesson to you, Dickhead. Nopony says such hateful words to me. I accept that not everything is perfect, but you didn’t have to be such a dick about it.”

Her smirk growing, Rarity grabbed her target and moved him over to the “Pit of Failure” and hovered her victim over the water.

“Imperfection is infecting my perfect amusement park. If I allow you to leave, you will spread the word. My park will be ruined, and I will go bankrupt. I will have to sell my Boutique and Sweetie will have to be sold into slavery. My perfect world... ruined because of one piece of shit visitor who couldn’t keep his mouth shut.”

There was no response from her victim as he wiggled around in the claw’s grip. She dropped him into the pool of innocent water. Slowly, that innocence turned violent.

“Dickhead is drowning,” stated the prompt. Rarity moved her hoof away from the mouse and watched Dickhead struggle.

“There is absolutely no way out for you, Dickhead. You will be sent to Tartarus for infecting my perfect world. Just relax, dear. Let the water rock you into oblivion.”

She watched as Dickhead continued to struggle. His arms frantically waving, struggling vainly to save himself.

Laughter exploded from the goddess of the amusement park as she watched her victim struggle for life. The laughter was chilling made all the more so by the context. Finally, Dickhead sunk into the water forever, and the laughter increased in pitch. It exploded out of Rarity as she spun around, giddy with relief.

“I am free! Dickhead is no more, and perfection can move ever onward.” Rarity smiled widely as her laughter settled down. She wiped a tear from her eye and spun a few moments on her chair.

However, her victory didn’t last long. Her eyes widened. She wasn’t alone.

Rainbow Dash, who had entered the house at some point, stared with wide-eyed horror at Rarity, who grinned sheepishly.

For several moments, nopony moved. Rarity began to sweat nervously and wondered how much Rainbow had seen.

After an impromptu staring match, Rainbow decided to break the extremely awkward silence.
“Rarity? What in Celestia’s name are you doing?!”

Rarity’s answer was prompt and efficient considering the circumstances. “Running a business, Rainbow Dash. I am a business-mare, after all, and one must look after their business ventures.”

“You drowned your visitor!”

“Yes, Rainbow Dash, I know. He would have ruined me, to the point where I end up with nothing. Do you have any idea how many bits I spent to make all of you happy?”

Dash stared at the unicorn, wondering if she had simply made a miscalculation. Rarity didn’t let Rainbow speak, still caught up in her monologue.

“Twenty-thousand bits, dear! I toiled away for hours trying to appease all of you. I built the absolute greatest amusement park for all of my guests. I listened to all of the feedback and made sure everypony got the greatest quality imaginable.”

“But—”

“I even listened to the customers apparent concern about charging them fifteen bits an hour to take a romantic cruise to escape the hell of daily life. Ponies were complaining how boring and expensive my cruise was, so I listened. I took down what I felt was best for all of you and built and slaved away, trying to build the greatest park. I even spent three straight hours in my chair trying to build you the greatest park imaginable. My ass is killing me, Rainbow!”

“Rarity, I know all that... well, not the ass part, but I do understand. But what you did was wrong. You murdered a happy guest of your park just because he talked bad about your park. You committed a crime.”

Rainbow Dash finished her speech with a small glare at the now guilty looking owner of the park. “If I have to, I will go to Celestia with this. She has to know that one of her beloved subjects was put to death by drowning.”

Rarity gaped at Rainbow with absolute horror. “You wouldn’t, Rainbow!”

Dash looked grimly determined. “I do what I must for justice.”

For a moment, nopony moved. Rarity’s look of fear slowly morphed into a determined frown. She looked up at the pegasus, eyes carrying a steely glint to them. “Are you absolutely sure, darling? Would you be willing to accept a bribe of thirty-thousand bits of pocket money?”

Rainbow scoffed, her glare intensifying significantly, making Rarity wilt. “Are you insane?! I can’t accept a bribe! I am afraid that Celestia will hear about this.”

Rarity looked saddened. “I was afraid you were going to say that, dear.” She spun around in her chair for a bit, trying to arrive at a decision. “You are absolutely certain, darling, that I can’t interest you in a healthy bribe?”

Rainbow shook her head, glaring intensely at the criminal in front of her. Rarity sighed and spun back around in her chair, this time with a weird control panel in her hooves. Rainbow, for the first time, looked nervous.

“What is that, Rarity?”

The unicorn’s expression morphed into a deranged smirk. “Do you like it, darling? I built it just in case I had to deal with annoyances along the way. I press this button here, and you get sent to the pit of doom!” She finished with a crazed smile.

Rainbow looked horrified for a brief moment, then quickly struggled to look brave. “I am not afraid of some doom. I told Twilight I came here. If I vanish, this whole operation falls apart. I may die by falling into your doom pit, but justice will prevail, and you will get your just desserts.”

Rarity’s smirk grew even wider. “Well, have a great fall you harbinger of justice!”

To Rainbow’s horror, one hoof touched the button. Rainbow flinched, ready to fall to her doom.

A grinding noise echoed around her, and to both ponies’ shock, a trap door did open, just not the right one. To Rainbow’s left, a panel in the floor opened.

Rainbow stared for a while, trying to figure out what had happened, then she turned to Rarity with a grin on her face. “I think you missed.”

Rarity stared in shock at the trap door. She refused to look at Rainbow’s smug face. “Dammit, Sweetie Belle, I told you a million times to not mess with the trap door! She is always messing around with my things. This whole scenario was ruined.”

Rarity sunk into her chair. Then, an instant later, she cheered up. “I must say, darling, I wasn’t expecting you to go along with all this. I admit it was a bit excessive. Your ability to improvise on the spot is fascinating at best.”

Rainbow grinned at Rarity, pleased that her reception was so positive. “It was nothing, Rares... I remember my first time playing that game. You should have seen me when my father walked into the room. I actually went a bit further with the game. He had absolutely no idea what was going on.”

Both ponies shared a chuckle.Then, Rainbow continued, “I don’t know what it is about that game that causes this, but I absolutely understand the fun of drowning the visitors that piss you off. Sometimes, innocent ponies are drowned just for the hell of it. I never thought I would see you of all ponies play video game, Rares.”

Rarity sighed, looking guilty for the first time. “I had a dress order to work on, too. Ever since Sweetie stopped using her old computer, I noticed it gathers dust. This game always was her favorite. I never knew the appeal of these games till just now.”

It was silent for a few moments. Then, Rarity said, “But, all this aside, you couldn’t have just dropped in like this. While a huge coincidence, you must have some reason that you stopped by.”

Rainbow, realizing the truth in Rarity’s words, remembered the reason that she had dropped in on Rarity.

“Yeah, you're right. I did have a reason for stopping by. I was rummaging around in my box of junk when I happened upon the Nintencolt 64. I just wanted to get the girls together for a session of the classics.”

Rarity stared in silence for a bit, confused, before thinking up a response. “What kind of games are we talking about here, Rainbow Dash? I don’t want any violent games with no substance.”

Dash scoffed. “Says the mare who drowned the pony who displeased her.” This was just like Rarity to make a fuss and go against her complaints.

“There is a difference between what I play and pointless games where you go around shooting ponies in the face that don’t agree with you! I also have a belated dress order to work on, and I really can’t afford any other distractions. If I manage to get some progress done, maybe I will join you.”

Dash sighed, disappointed, but cheered up almost immediately. “Whatever. I still have the other girls to ask, so just do whatever you need to and get over at Twilight’s library-house-thing when you are ready.”

Rarity nodded, swinging around in her rotating chair a bit as she watched Dash stretch her wings. Finally, she took off into the air and flew out of wherever it was that she had entered from in the first place.

Smiling wide, Rarity stopped spinning, a sinister smirk on her face. She turned back to the computer screen and she noticed a message flashing on-screen.

“What have we here?” she cooed at the screen.

Dear Ms. Rarity,

We are pleased to inform that your park, “Rarity World,” has gone on to be one of Equestria’s most well-known attractions. Everypony who visited “Rarity World” has had every one of their dreams come true.

However, one guest has mysteriously disappeared. While we at management know the stress of keeping track of every visitor is always a hard task, we are concerned. Recent murders in the area are plaguing various other parks and we were just concerned over what happened.

Please respond as soon as you possibly can and clear up this issue as soon as possible.

Sincerely Yours,
Management

Rarity smirked to herself. She could handle this. All she had to do was play the shocked owner, and everything would be alright.

She had already forgotten about the dress order that she had as she clicked on the response button.

Author's Note

I finally felt up to publish the second chapter. I am really sorry for the delay, just a lot of video games have pulled my interest. I really hope I won't take ages to update again. Each chapter from this point (till the actual plot starts) will be about what the other Elements are doing. Next up Applejack.

The game Rarity is playing wasn't really supposed to be based on anything. I have absolutely no idea if there is a game close to what she played and the closest thing I did play was Roller Coaster Tycoon from ages ago. I had a lot of fun writing this, I just didn't want to work on it.