The Darker Side of Equestria

3.Sweetie Belle's Lyrics/Rarity's death in G Major

Rarity has always admired her work over me. Whenever I needed her attention, she would brush me aside and leave me to drown in my tears. She loves her work more than me or our parents and it drives me nuts. Every fucking time I am with her, it makes me want to rip her apart until she regrets what she did to me. Perhaps I am getting to far in the story for the moment so let's start from the beginning. It all started when I got my cutie mark. It was a microphone with a cleft note attached to it. I tried to show her it but she didn't care about it and went right back to her work. My friends tried to comfort me, it worked for a moment and being with them did make me happy but it still ticked me off that she didn't care. After spending time with my friends, I go back home to see her passed out at her work desk like every other time. I care about her, to the point of giving my life to her. Will she do the same thing for me? Probably not. I don't even think she knows I exist or for that matter care if I die. I'm still a filly and at this point in life my sister should be there for me.Well tonight I sing to you how I got her to admire what I have become...

___________________________________________________________________________________________

Deep within the dark bowels of Canterlot is a night club that is exclusively for those with dark hearts and even darker hooves. Stallions and mares came here from all over to see the special for the night. News had spread for months of a mysterious white filly that had a song which had become popular due to it's lyrics. Everypony, including Princess Celestia and Princess Luna have heard the lyrics before but the singer in tow was never revealed. Those within the night club society had always kept her secret for fear that they may never hear her beautiful siren like voice again. She only appeared on certain days as to ensure that her secret remains but when she wanted you to see her, she would advertise it all over the dark areas of Canterlot. They would see it and know their angel was ready to sing to them.

In this night club, called The Living Turnabout is where this mysterious filly usually plays. When word got out that she would be at the night club, tickets were sold out within minutes. Even the regal sisters got tickets to the show. It was known throughout Equestria to be the most sold out concert in years and had even beat Vinyl Scratch and Octavia's concerts by the hundreds. For her past concerts she had played songs that were geared towards the rebellious colts and fillies. Everypony knew of songs such as "Let loose your inner pony!", "Discorded Release.", "Howling at the stroke of Luna!", and "Never sympathetic to the elders!" They were chart toppers and gained cult followings within months. Her newest song was to be performed by her that night. The song nature that each of her songs possessed. The song was called "Death is Rare."

____________________________________________________________________________________________

It was sixty seconds to showtime and the white unicorn with a purple and pink mane was waiting backstage. This was told to be way different than all of her music yet still retain the whole rebellious nature that they loved. Through her little ears she could hear the sound of them chanting the name she gave them to hide her identity. It was an ironic name since it was close to a name she had despised most of her life.

"Rare Site!"

"Rare Site!"

"Rare Site!"

Tonight's show was a little different than her normal shows. She was given word that the princesses were in attendance and they would know who she was the second she walked out there. Precautions had to be taken to ensure that she wouldn't be caught. She wore a red and black masquerade mask over her eyes. A red and black Amore style wig covered her normal mane. She wore a silk red dress to hide most of her features including her tail and cutie mark. While she wasn't looking her best, it functioned properly to avoid any newcomers from knowing who she was. The crowd was becoming anxious while the owner of the night club was introducing her.

"Alright everpony, calm your hooves because tonight we have a special treat for all of you. So without further adieu, debuting her newest song for all to hear. Give it up for Miss Rare Site!"

The crowd cheered as loud as their vocal chords could go. The princess were louder than most as they express their happiness in the little filly. Rare Site walked on to the stage to see her adoring fans. The air was thick with the smell of scented apples and the lights were dimmed down to give off the mysterious atmosphere she loved. This was heaven to her, always being the center of attention and seeing her fans want more from her. It was too much to take in yet it was something she always needed. After a few more second of cheering, the crowd slowly faded to silent as she began to speak.

"Tonight I dedicate this song to a sister that I adored and was proud to call my sister." Rare Site gave her fans a warm hearted smile. "The song is called Death is Rare."

The mare at the organ began to play a slow upbeat tune was being played on the pipe organ. It was a mix of joy and sadness that filled the air and around every pony. Rare Site tapped her left hoof to the beat of the organ as a sly grin slowly appeared on her face. The crowd couldn't see that her pupils' had dilated under her mask, she nod her head to the tune as if the melody was hypnotic. With every sound from the organ she would nod her back and forth, never taking her gaze off of the crowd. The crowd was loving every moment of it but remained silent so they could here her voice.  The tune played out for a minute before she began to sing into the microphone.

"We were in the home but it wasn't the same"

"We had a fight in her room while it poured down rain"

"She said she cared for me but she had somewhere to go"

"She couldn't scream while I held her close"

"I swore I'd never let her go"

"Tell me what you wanna know"

"Come with me and I will show"

"There ain't no motive for this crime"

"She is the very pain of mine"

"If you reap of what you sow"

"Then everypony here will know"

"Her life was called in brevity"

"And her name was Rarity"

"I know my rights, she's been there all day and night"

"Telling me it will be alright"

"I can take this well, I swear I told all the truth"

"She couldn't scream while I held her neck"

"Now she's in her room, a wreck"

"Tell me what you wanna know"

"Come with me and I will show"

"There ain't no motive for this crime"

"She is the very pain of mine"

"If you reap of what you sow"

"Then everypony here will know"

"Her life was called in brevity"

"And her name was Rarity"

"Now she sits there all alone"

"Staring wide eyed at her throne"

"Like a puppet on it's strings"

"Never seeing all her things"

"She waits for me to come home"

"So she'll never be alone..."

The music stopped playing and Rare Site was met with thunderous applause along with cheering from everypony in attendance. There was not a dissatisfied pony in the crowd, each one was cheering proudly, some were even crying in sheer pleasure. She was drunk off of it, the roars of the crowd and admiration that she never got when she was with her sister. It was the type of love that she wanted to drown in over and over again. She looked towards the organ player and nodded her head, signaling the mare to play the organ again. The tune played again and the crowd became silent once more.

____________________________________________________________________________________________

Rare Site opened the door to her home. She walked in, avoiding the mess of clothes and sewing materials that consumed the floor. She walked through the damaged house with the same sly grin from before. From the outside, you would have never noticed the boutique was similar to a horror house until you walked in. She walked past ripped up and destroyed walls. The chandelier had fallen through the table that use to hold all of the sewing material. There were scorch marks on the floor and ceiling that were the result of magic. The mannequins that once stood tall and proud were now severed and broken into pieces. The large mirror that showed a pony their true beauty had become a pile of dust with large shards of jagged glass sticking outward. Rare Site loved the sight of the mess that she made with her sister. It reminded her of when she was known for being the young sister to the popular designer who could do no wrong with dress making. Her white coat use to illuminate as she would run around getting items for her dress. Making beautiful gowns and dresses for paying customers and her friends and even stressing herself day and night to make sure they were completed before time. Rare Site's horn glowed, levitating the costume off of herself and throwing it onto the floor.

With her horn still glowing, she magically lit the candle on the shelves to illuminate the room and reveal herself. She was the sister of Rarity, Sweetie Belle. The little filly walked over to a table while humming the tune from her newest song. She sat down while still humming the tune with a grin on her face. On the other side of the table was a pony propped up on strings that connected to it's forelegs, hooves, torso, and head. These strings were tied around the support beams of the ceiling. It's once beautiful curly purple mane was now a mess from being unkempt. It's makeup had dried up around her cheeks after running for several days. There were red marks around the mouth area and a few on the torso. The eyes were wide open and looking down at the table as if something was there to look at. The mouth had been forcibly stretched towards the ears to give off the appearance of a distorted smile. Just to keep the smile on it's face, Sweetie Belle had jabbed two pins to the ends of the stretched skin. Sweetie Belle wanted her sister to always have a smile whenever she came back from the night club. All she ever wanted was her sister's admiration and now she got it.

"She waits for me to come home" Sweetie Belle levitated a cup of water near herself.

"So she'll never be alone..." She then levitated an empty cup towards the figure.

"She died as my little casualty" Her magic consumed the strings in a white glow.

"And her name was Rarity" A small giggle was heard as Sweetie Belle took a sip from the cup.

The messy pony on strings was Rarity who had been dead for sometime. The strings that were sewn into Rarity's arms moved her arms towards the cup. The cup was motioned to her mouth in mock drinking pose and then placed back on the table. Sweetie Belle used her magic to lean Rarity's head back so that her eyes would meet her's.

"So Sweetie Belle, how was the concert?" Sweetie Belle had copied Rarity's voice through her magic.

"It was nice." the filly took another sip from the cup. "Princess Celestia and Princess Luna were there and they even enjoyed my newest song."

Rarity was adjusted to where her head was held in place by her arms on the table. "Tell me more, darling."

"I'll tell you later when we go to bed." She said as she left the table.

"But Sweetie Belle -" Rarity was forced back by the strings getting pulled upwards. "- You must tell me all the details. I have been here all day waiting for you."

Sweetie Belle didn't change her decision. "I think it would be best that we do it someplace more private and comfortable."

Rarity's head cocked to the side as if she was disappointed but her answer was more positive. "Whatever makes you happy darling."

Sweetie Belle walked over to her sister's corpse while having her magic untie the strings from the support beams. One by one, a body part would go completely limp on the table until it appeared as if she was sleeping. The filly looked at her sister with satisfaction. Rarity was now all for her to do as she pleased. She always wanted to do certain things with her sister but found that somethings were not her niche. At most would be that whenever she would return from a concert, she and Rarity would snuggle in bed under the covers. Sweetie Belle's magic would force the dead body to embrace her tightly for extra warmth. The magic that was still trapped inside Rarity's body produced heat for her body despite the fact her heart had stopped. This was how Sweetie Belle got through nights in her home. Sweetie Belle never once regretted what she did in the past. She loved every second of it but even she knew it would never last. The princesses were never really bright and would frequently disregard their duties for fun. This was evident when they attended her concert at the night club. But they would also be very strict when the found any bad things. From new laws to documents, nothing was safe when they became serious and she knew that had some of her songs from that concert. Every song she ever sang had secret messages embedded in them that were just waiting to be heard completely. The princesses would eventually find out and come to punish her severely for her actions.

____________________________________________________________________________________________

Three Nights Later...

After the usual routine of a concert at night and coming home to talk with her dead sister, she went to bed and snuggled with her sister. The night was warm so she didn't need the covers as she would normally have. The embrace of her sister was more incredible than usual, the magical heat radiating off of Rarity was greater than normal. Sweetie Belle tried her best to sleep but a thought began to nag her. Was she really getting the affection of her sister? The question was obvious the more she thought about it. While Rarity was alive, Sweetie Belle was living in constant hell because Rarity was always busy. Always devoting her time to her clients instead of the one who really needed it. Now that she controls all of Rarity's thoughts, movements, and speeches, she felt content. All of her life's meaning made sense for the moment but the whole reality of it was Rarity never truly said the words she wanted to here. They were the words every child wanted to hear and now she would never hear them because of her actions. It was haunting her for the rest of her time alive. Most of the time she would leave Rarity propped to the chair in the kitchen to avoid eye contact. She wanted some time to clear her thoughts. The problem was that everything around her was more distraught than she was. The boutique was in shambles, barely standing due to the damaged structure and destroyed walls. It was amazing that it didn't fall apart in the past. The water and heating system barely worked because of the rusted pipes and sewage backup finding its way into the clean water system. Most of the water she was drinking was her own urine that she had collected over the eight months. Four bottles belonged to Rarity during her death, releasing herself as she was dying. Drinking her urine wasn't the worst possible thing to ever happen at the moment, she hated the horrible smell and mixed taste of meat and juice but found that she couldn't get enough of it. In the eight months, she had drunken at least one hundred thirty-three bottles. Somehow she showed no sign of infections or disorders and she could still sing like a siren to her audience.

Sweetie Belle could see that with the way the boutique was, the princess would begin to suspect something amiss. The fact that the other Elements of Harmony were too busy with their lives to check on Rarity was relieving but she wondered about her clients. They never came around Ponyville but even that was temporary. She was sure Sapphire Shores would come to see her "friend" and ask for a new outfit. If she saw the boutique or even Rarity propped to the kitchen chair, the blame would be placed on Sweetie Belle. Killing the Element of Generosity would have her banished to the sun or even turned to stone and placed inside The Canterlot Gardens for display. These thoughts played out in her head for days on end, never letting up nor ever stopping. It would have her curled up on the bed with Rarity hugging her with her eyes forced closed. These would last for hours and include her crying at the top of her lungs and punching Rarity mercilessly in the head.

Eventually the ponies around town could see the distraught Sweetie Belle leaving and entering the boutique with a disturbed smile on her face. Every night until her death two months later, she would have Rarity propped up in her favorite chair from when she had her episodes. Her body was forced to act as a cradle for the filly who used her magic to rock the dead body back and forth until she fell asleep. Nightmares of her actions would wake her in the middle of the night. She would around the dark house and the only thing that she could plainly see was Rarity.

Within the last week of her life, Sweetie Belle had a hard time staying awake or even thinking correctly. She completely forgot about her friends, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo and their crusading for their remaining cutie marks. Her actions were slow and even her speeches had become incoherent. When ponies talked to her, she never looked them in the face and would lie her way out inorder to get back to the boutique. Most of the ponies never questioned her and let it slide on the count that they believed she was trying to acquire her cutie mark. Her home was no better. Everytime she entered the boutique, Rarity's dead body was in different areas and struck different poses. One time she was laying on the chair with her eyes closed and her forelegs crossed. Another time she was waiting by the door with a empty plate on her head. It bothered Sweetie Belle to the point she hid Rarity in a closet and barred it off with her fancy chair. Feeling relieved she had gone to sleep earlier than normal but kept Rarity locked up. It didn't take her long to fall asleep peacefully in the bed, dreaming of happier times with her sister.

It was quiet in the boutique, despite it's appearance, the place was peaceful. Sweetie Belle was still sleeping in the bed without Rarity, the crickets and other insects had stayed silent throughout the night, and Rarity remained inside the closet humming a familiar tune. This tune could be heard throughout the room and was enticing. The humming played out for a minute more before turning into full lyrics similar to Death is Rare.

"She puts me here all alone..."

"So she'll never ever be alone..."

"I was once her casualty..."

"But soon she'll be with me..."

"And my name is Rarity..."