Invisi|Belle

“Just wait down here,” Cloudchaser said as she took into the air towards her parent's cloud home, “I'll be back in a few minutes,” Sweetie Belle kept forgetting the fact that Cloudchaser lived in Cloudsdale, so she never really got to visit the pegasus at her own home.

The unicorn sat down, already feeling the pain in her shoulders from her baggage. She tried to fight off the feelings of regret, holding on to the hope that this escape would benefit her somehow. Needing to lay down, Sweetie Belle slipped her arms from the bag loops. This was probably going to be the last time she would be able to rest for awhile. Nothing like a few deep breaths to clear the mind The unicorn sighed slowly, inspecting the starry sky.

The story of Nightmare moon came to mind as Sweetie Belle continued to gaze into the stars. However Luna rebelled because she was an attention horse, the unicorn understood that completely. This rebellion was for freedom... Freedom with the guarantee of safety at least. Finding her destination in Equestira seemed like a needle in a haystack at this point. One thing was for certain though, it wasn't with Rarity.

“Thanks again Applejack, I haven't have the slightest idea what I would do if you hadn't come by!” Rarity led Applejack into her home. She was growing more unemotionally stable from the lack of sleep, her bedhead and ruffled coat showed it as well.

“Jus' calm down now, we'll have this all sorted out before ya know it,” Applejack tried to keep her cool. Rarity was losing it and just seeing her like this was slowly draining the earth pony. Rarity kept close to Applejack as she led the way to Sweetie Belle's room. Being there to help time and time again, Applejack probably knew more of the lay out of Carousel Boutique than Rarity did. “It's awfully quiet...” Applejack mentioned as they pressed forward, “Y'all sure you just didn't dream this?”

“I'm certain!” Rarity replied as they approached the door. Rarity knocked a few times, “Sweetie Belle? Dear? ...Are you alright?” ...No response. Rarity tried the door, surprisingly, the door gave way. The unicorn gasped as there was no sign of life.

Oh boy, here were go, Applejack rolled her eyes, expecting Rarity to panic.

“Where are you Sweetie Belle?” Rarity turned around, calling into the hallway. Still no answer. “Oh no-oh no-oh no,” she chew on her hoof, overwhelmed with worry about the whereabouts of her sister.

“Deep breaths surgarcube,” Applejack stroked the back of the unicorn's neck, hoping to ease her troubled mind.

“This can't be happening! Sweetie Belle!” Rarity ran around the boutique, searching harder for her flesh and blood as she called her name. Her fruitless search directed her back to Sweetie Belle's room. Hopelessness and fear filled Rarity as she gazed through the barred window, taking a seat on the bed.

“Ah'm sure she couldn't've gotten far...” Applejack tried her best to be supportive. Silence filled the room as tears fell from Rarity's eyes. “There there, look, we'll round up the girls n' go out on a search party?”

Rarity only hid her face in her hooves, leaving Applejack speechless and uncomfortable. Come on now... Think AJ, there's gotta be something else who can help... Oh ah know! The earth pony came up with an idea.

“We could go to canterlot and get the princess to help us out! She's got a whole army that could search for yer sister!”

“...You don't get it do you?” Rarity replied bitterly.

“...Get what now?” The earth pony scratched her mane, wondering what Rarity was going on about this time.

“This is all my fault!” Rarity cried, sobbing as the guilt ate at her.

“No it's not, Sweetie Belle's just not behaving like a filly her age should be,” Applejack sat next to her friend, consoling her with a gentle stroke against her back.

“Nooo!” Rarity wasn't convinced, “I've been a terrible sister all this time, Sweetie Belle hates me more than ever now!” The unicorn continued to bawl.

“That's not it at all! Sweetie Belle just needs some good 'ol fashion discipline! ...Look, if 'n when we find her, ah'll let her stay at the farm for a few weeks, that ought'a set things straight,” The earth pony suggested.

“Noo! She'll just hate me mooore!” Rarity whined as she grabbed a pillow to weep into.

“No she won't sugarcube, trust me,” Applejack tried her best to console her friend. After a few more minutes of continuous sobbing, the earth pony thought it was best to let Rarity cry this one out, she would probably feel a bit more better once she slept her sorrow off. “Ah'm gonna get going, gotta make sure Granny Smith isn't doin' anything she shouldn't,” even though Granny Smith was becoming mentally ill, Applejack used it as an excuse to duck out.

Rarity still remained in tears...

“Sorry,” Cloudchaser began as she made her landing, “didn't expect me to take me that long,” Sweetie Belle picked herself up from the ground.

“It's alright, the stars kept me busy for awhile,” the unicorn chuckled lightly as she gathered up her luggage, “...So where to now?”

“Manehatten of course, where else are we gonna change our identities?” The pegasus replied, removing her piercings and storing them in her bag.

“Oh yeah... So who's this colt again?” Sweetie Belle asked as the two began their journey.

“Him? His name's Pierce, Pokey Pierce to be exact, kind of ironic when you think about it...” Cloudchaser giggled a bit.

“...Never heard of him,” Sweetie Belle shrugged.

“He's a nice guy once you get to know him,” the pegasus added.

“So is he going to do this all for free?”

“Oh no, that'd be too big of a loss for him, we'll probably have to work it off or something, don't worry, we won't be doing any tattoo or piercing work, just a bunch of cleaning and sanitation work,” Cloudchaser spoke with a smile.

“How can you be so sure?” Sweetie Belle was still apprehensive.

“It's how I paid off these babies,” the pegasus pointed at the holes in her ears with a hoof.

“Okay... Has he ever let you practice, you know, the dirty work?”

“The most he let me do was my own piercing once. And let me tell you, I make a horrible piercer. There was a lot of blood to clean up,” Cloudchaser laughed as she reminisced.

“Eww...” Sweetie Belle shook the image from her head, realizing it was the main reason she wouldn't get any piercings. Too much pain, and the risk of infections. Thank Celestia for clip-on earrings.

“Yeah, I've got pics of it on my Facehoof profile,” Cloudchaser boasted.

“Why would you have pictures of that stuff anyways?” Sweetie Belle replied as if her friend was nuts.

“Just cause,” It didn't take a hardcore detective to figure out Cloudchaser was a total photo horse.

“Whatever...” Sweetie Belle never understood photo horses, “anyways, how do we plan on getting to Manehatten? You'd be crazy to think we'd walk the whole way there!”

“You thought we were going to walk there?” the pegasus placed a hoof over her mouth, trying not to laugh.

“So? It's not like we have a vehicles or a train ticket, or anything that'd help us out!” The unicorn replied defensively.

“That's where you're wrong Sweetie Belle,” Cloudchaser held down her hilarity.

“Hm? How?” The unicorn was confused.

“We'll be sneaking onto a cargo train, homeless ponies do it all the time.”

“Seriously, do you just pull this stuff outta your plot or something?” Sweetie Belle didn't like the idea of train hopping.

“Don't knock it 'till you've tried it, sure I've heard the company there might not be the best, but anything's worth a free ride,” Cloudchaser explained as Sweetie Belle pictured a bunch of smelly, rough coated ponies smuggled inside a boxcar.

“I just hope nopony starts begging for things, if I even catch anypony even eyeing up my backpack, I'll haul them off the train myself,” Sweetie Belle grumbled, still not convinced.

“Don't worry about it, most of these guys are even too poor to own a legit weapon. Besides, a friend of mine says everyone he met while fright-hopping was really nice,” Cloudchaser tried to calm her friend's fear.

“And who's the smart-flank who told you that?” Sweetie Belle countered.

“Featherweight,” the pegasus replied normally.

“You mean that photography nut? Why would he be riding with hobo's anyways?” Sweetie Belle couldn't wrap her mind around it. Featherweight had a loving family and money, why would he stoop as low as illegally boarding a freight?

“It was for a documentary he and a few other pony were doing at the time,” Cloudchaser clarified.

“...Oh, okay... Uh, how'd it go, was it a success?” Sweetie Belle felt awkward.

“Never found out, he transferred schools and never bothered to keep touch.”

“Alright... It's not that important anyways,” Sweetie Belle's hooves began to grow sore with each step.

“Anyways, were almost there,” Cloudchaser tried to keep morale up.

“Good, I'm tired of walking in the dark,” the unicorn squinted at the streetlights of Ponyville in the distance.