Filth

Southern Belle found she couldn't sleep as the moon rose, stars twinkling up in the violet sky outside of her bedroom. She was forced to hold a heavy pack of ice to her cheek which kept her from getting drowsy, and it still stung pretty badly. The mirror she had gotten sad across from her bed, allowing her to stare into her reflection and think. Maybe she was just a pretty little filly in a terrible coma dream and had a really loving daddy! No, that wasn't likely. Maybe she was in an internal nightmare because her stupid baby horn decided it was a good idea to screw up and she was actually a rich nerdy girl! No, that was even stupider.

She sighed, slumping in her bed.

"I wish I had a real daddy..." She whispered, tears trailing down her fat little cheeks.

As she turned over to try and sleep, she noticed a funny black smoke covering her bed and a purple mist filling the room. She bolted out of the covers, seeing it was all coming from the funny purple crystal on her mirror. Her reflection was a bit distorted, as the glass rippled like water. Soon, that glass poured from it's hold like water, forming an oddly stallion like shape. The smoke began to cloud around the figure, and soon it really was a stallion. A large grey stallion with a wavy black mane and scary red and green eyes, with a funny purple mist around his funny curved horn.

She gasped softly.

"K-King Sombra..."

She heard about him in stories and myths from few visits to the crystal empire, though never truly saw the king in person.

"Hello child..." His voice was like a lion's roar if that lion had a sore throat.

His hooves barely made a sound on the floor as he approached her, Southern Belle cowering under the covers. She was gonna be eaten or enslaved by the scary shadow king! This day was getting worse and worse by the minute. She froze feeling a gentle hoof petting her head, as the covers were pulled down and he turned her to face him.

"W-What are you gonna d-do to me, sir?" She whimpered.

"Let's just say I'm gonna be your special shadow," Sombra flashed a sharp toothed smile, though with no intentions of scaring the girl.

Belle tilted her head, "Why are you being so n-nice?"

"Well," He took a seat on the side of the bed, "A certain princess had the good intentions to make me be of no harm, so she cursed me to be apart with this mirror. Those ponies who are of good heart will see everything in this mirror crystal clear and be rewarded, those whose hearts are black as coal as mine once was will see the opposite and be punished for their wicked deeds," Sombra explained, "So~ I'm like your cursed demon mirror pony!"

Southern Belle rose a brow, "A what what?"

He cleared his throat, "Perhaps it would be easier if you just called be your special shadow," He smiled.

"Y-Yeah, it would..." She giggled lightly, yawning softly.

Sombra hopped off of the bed and tucked her back under the covers, patting her mane a bit as he watched her fall asleep. Once she was in deep enough of a sleep, he returned to the mirror, the glass rippling like water as he became one with the frame.

Southern Belle groaned softly as the sun awoke her from her sleep, forcing her to prepare for the day ahead of her. She was expecting to have to prepare a bath herself as always though noticed someone already had. And when she went to fetch herself breakfast before school, a full meal had been prepared for her. Nopony ever did such a thing for her before. But she smiled all the while, skipping down the halls as she knew who was being so nice.

"Daughter dearest, off to school already?" Octavia stopped her mid bounce, looking a bit confused. She was never ready so early and she supposed this happiness was to hide her distaste for school activities.

She nodded, swerving around her and towards the front gates, "Uh huh, see ya later mother!" She called out, grabbing her school bag and bounding towards the direction of school.

Octavia shook her head lightly, chuckling as she turned to get herself some toast and maybe a little wine.

"What's so special about such a disgusting mirror?" Blueblood growled, peering into the cracked glass. It was smudged with hoof prints and covered in stains such as dirt and substances he hoped would not involve body fluids. His image was distorted in the poor mirror's reflection, and as he opened his mouth to speak, he noticed something odd. His teeth looked dingy and yellow. He assumed it was just the glass' yellow tinge, but was freaking out as he realized his teeth really were becoming such a disgusting mustard color.

He bolted towards the bathroom, knocking soap and toothpaste over the counter as he grabbed his toothbrush. He scrubbed profusely at the muck and crud on his teeth, though there was such thick layers it was hard to find the white beauties underneath. Once they were sore and sensitive from such a scraping he stopped, spitting out the crud and slop in his mouth. It tasted like earwax and vinegar, a horrible combination for a prince to taste.

As he strolled back into the halls he ran into Octavia.

She looked pissed at him, as usual, "Something the matter dearest? There are bags beneath your eyes," She smirked seeing him freak out and run away crying.

Usually it was a joke to freak him out, though this time his face did seem wrinkly and more droopy like a mule's.