A Silver Spy: Four Little POVs

Tarnished Silver: Liberty Belle

Most little fillies begin with “dear diary” or some other such nonsense. Like, why would anypony address a diary? Are they really not just writing to themselves?

Somewhere deep in an evidence locker, in a guard house in Ponyville, sits a little pink book. It contains the life of a little filly who died.

It’s unclear exactly when she died. Perhaps it’s when her sister first “discovered” her.

Perhaps it’s when the same sister tossed her closest and dearest friend onto the street to die. Killing herself when she realized how much the broken Silver filly meant to the young unicorn whose life she saved. Birthing a new and scornful filly who schemed against her sister to save the Silver filly and the cute little red head they left behind in the hooves of monsters.

Only for the unicorn to go home alone with the biggest monster of all.

Perhaps it was when that little Unicorn left that sister, bleeding and broken herself, for the guards to arrest, while she went with her sister's attacker to find the friend she lost.

Perhaps her soul can now rest in peace, knowing that the Silver filly she promised to save, is alive and well.

My name is Sweetie Belle, and I have been reborn at age 15.

"Good da…"

I begin typing and soon back space

"Bad…"

again I pause and stare at my new guardian’s old HP screen. I have been clumsily trying to relearn how to write with my hooves.

These new “fingers” I am told will make writing and grasping things easier. But for me it feels unnatural and wrong.

I was given this electric book like thing, called a “lap top”, to help me explore my new world and collect my thoughts when I told Ms. Sylvia Spoon, I would like to begin my diary again. In truth I never once stopped keeping it. Even after a week or two now and leaving my big sister.

In my head I would ask “good day? bad day?” choose which to label it as and then recap the days events. A bad day used to be simple, indicating that my sister or one of her sick friends and or clients had touched me. But I made sure never to mention big sister in my old diary. So if they were expecting to set it up as a chopping block and lay her head upon it, they will be sadly disappointed.

For 2 months I could easily say “good day” because my sister was too busy worrying about Fancy Pant’s revenge to touch me or any other foal.

But nothing is simple anymore.

Now bad days consist of

"Bad day- depressed today. Miss my beloved Spoony something awful."

maybe something less whiny like

"Bad day- had that dream about the one time sis left me in the gallery for three days. And there I was back there, abandoned forever, screaming and nopony could hear me or even cared!"

or something simple like

"Bad day- came to the mansion and I feel so small. I’m just a little pony in this anthro world. If this house is so overwhelming how can I live in their world? I feel so alone and out of place."

or something that just outright breaks my heart, because I feel a certain way about somepony who is nice to me, but all they do is make me feel more alone!

"Bad day- I realize I have trouble looking Ms. Spoon in the eye. If she took off her glasses, her face would be identical to the young mare I love. And I miss her even more now."

Oh WHY does life have to be so IRONIC!!? And finely

"Bad day- Dumb fingers!"

But I had my good days. Many in fact!

"Good day- Ms. Spoon and Ms. Tiara are two of the nicest mares I have ever met. Ms. Tiara’s real last name is Riche but she only allows her business associates to refer to her by her father’s name. She still has that snotty attitude, but she smiles more, and she is kind to me. Ms. Spoon is even more comforting and charming then the filly who saved me. And no pony touches me here."

Ms. Spoon and Ms. Tiara try their best to make me feel welcome in their house, as well as their world.

"Good day- Ms. Spoon kissed me good night. I was scared at first as she bent down and kissed my cheek. But it was warm and motherly. I have met her adopted daughter, Star Clover. She is a sweet changeling foal. Both Ms. Spoon and Ms. Tiara are good loving mothers."

I am slowly acclimating myself to this body and this world with all it's strange new innovations, created by earth pony ingenuity, unfettered by social or economic handicaps such as prejudice and.. stuff.

"Good day: Ms. Spoon let me drive her.. auto cart.. or car as she calls it. I tried to hide what little discomfort there was, sitting in her lap, as she worked the pedals with her hooves. I felt such a feeling of empowerment as I gripped the steering wheel in my new hands. She says one day I would get a license and possibly own my own car. I look forward to it. Then nopony can tell me where to go and what to do."

I'm learning there are things about myself that I share in common with my sister. It was scary but Ms. Tiara has been a big help in talking to me about it.

"Good day- (I think) was having doubts about my feelings for Spoony. I feared getting pleasure from her suffering when we got a chance to be together. Ms. Tiara sat down with me and assured me that sexual sadism was nothing to be ashamed of if the partner is willing and pleasure is mutual. I came away able to admit that part of me enjoyed big sis and my Diamond Tiara, being tortured after all the bad things they did to me."

and finally this

"Good day- talked to my sister on the phone. She seemed sincere about rescuing Twist and the other foals and starting a new life. Was finally able to tell her I forgive her, truthfully."

My good days had been well distinguished from my bad days. Only once since beginning my new life was I confused.

"Good day, bad day?"

I had entered in my head.

"Certainly not a good day. Watched my sister tortured by a stallion for information on Silver Spoon's whereabouts. Part of me actually enjoyed watching her get what she deserved. The other part of me wanted to throw up on that other part.

Big sis held out to protect Silver Spoon. We thought he was sent by Fancy to find Silver and extract his revenge for double bucking the EVER LOVING SHIT outta his ugly BUCKIN FACE!

When I finally realized Mr "Gaze" was there to help, I told him everything and begged him to stop. We left Big sister for the guards and headed for Canterlot in a shiny silver cart that moved on rubber tires under it’s own power, like a train.

Bad day? no not really a bad day. We got to Dead Weight Ally in time to find Silver Spoon still alive, but very ill. Diamond Tiara cuddled her friend the whole way back to the Spy; Cypher’s, universe where Spoony got treatment. I have asked Diamond, or Dazzle as she calls herself, to use her new unicorn powers to give me a new body so I fit into the world she now calls home.”

I have sense learned that what Silver Spoon did to Fancy Pants would be know here as "Letting him have it, with both barrels." or a "Double Tap" depending on whether you ask a city mare or a country mare.

But that was the first day I was stumped, until today.

I stared at the screen, for the longest time and began pecking at the key board with the tip of my index fingers one by one. It was slow and tedious work.

"Good day, bad day? No idea. On one hoof…"

I quickly back space

"On one hand, I got to see Diamond Dazzle again and learned that my big sister will be starting her new life here as a security operative and corporate spy. My sister the spy? ;^_^"

I chuckle at this

"On the other hand I saw Miss Dr. Triage again and the memories of the Gatherings came back to me. And I don’t know quite how to feel when asked by Ms. Spoon if I think big sis can be trusted. She assures me that she won't hire Rarity if I am the least bit uncomfortable. Once again I lied to somepony who was nice to me.

I give my recommendation and scream a little inside!"

I sit back from the desk and stare at my words

"I lied to her."

With that I close the lap top lid, magically the light and words vanish leaving a screen as empty and blank as my flank and my mind. I crawl into bed, in the guest room my new guardians had provided me.

"Bad day.."

I whisper

"I realize I am, just like her."

I do not sleep well that night..

but tomorrow is another day.