Tinker Tinker 2

by Ryuku the Creative

Rating: mature
Tags: Rarity, Tragedy, Sweetie Belle, Sad, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe
Length: 2433

A pony's sanity will only hold for so long until it finally snaps loose. Sweetie Belle is far beyond that, too bad her sanity is not the only thing she lost.

A pony's sanity will only hold for so long until it finally snaps loose. Sweetie Belle is far beyond that, too bad her sanity is not the only thing she lost. In her desperate attempt to have the one thing she always wanted, it becomes apparent to her that that thing isn't what it appears. I guess no one told her that playing with the dead could be dangerous.

This is an alternate take on Sweetie Belle's Lyrics

Published 2015-01-19 02:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-01-19 02:30:02 UTC

Tinker Tinker 2

"See big sis, you're more happy this way -" Sweetie Belle wrapped one of the ends of the thin string around one of the ceiling boards and the other around Rarity's arm "- and no need to worry because I told all of your friends and bussiness partners that you'd be gone for a year working abroad." Sweetie tightened the string on both ends, forcing the arm into the air with very little difficulty. "It's funny Rarity, it was Twilight who mentioned something about how the ancient ponies would turn their loved ones' corpses into puppets just for fun and to keep them for themselves. Bet she never thought it would happen in this time."

Sweetie Belle levitated a knife from the counter over to her and Rarity. She slowly picked away at the skin around her mouth and cheeks at a vain attempt at giving her sister a permanent smile. Every once in a while she would accidentally cut the gums or chip a tooth but she didn't care as long as the job was done. "Y'know I just thought about it, what would happen when they realize that you're not abroad. I'll have to make a new excuse won't I *giggle*"

When she finished making the smile she decided to stick to pins to the end of each side so that the skin she couldn't cut would remain in place. Sweetie Belle stopped her progress and looked on with amazement at her finest work. "Wow Rarity, you look more incredible than before." Sweetie Belle said before bursting into laughter.  "Wait til I finally finish you up, you'll look perfect."

(A few months later)

Rare Site slowly opened the door to her home. She walked in, avoiding the mess of clothes and sewing materials partially 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.

The walls were completely ruined with large holes and shredded wallpapers all around. The chandelier had fallen through the table that use to hold all of the sewing material and there were scorch marks on the floor and ceiling that were the result of magic. The mannequins that once stood tall among clothings 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. The mare's white coat use to illuminate the room as she would run around getting items for her dress. Her azure eyes were keen to every design she made, ensuring no flaw would ever see the light of day. Making beautiful gowns and dresses for paying customers, 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 the table in the kitchen while humming the tune from her newest song. She sat down opposite to the figure the other side of the table.

The figure was 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 to keep it was falling over like a stuff animal. It's once beautiful and radiant mane was now a mess; fading into a grayish purple mess with strands of unkempt hair dangling over her face. It's makeup had dried up around her cheeks after running for several days which was a few months ago. There was dried up cut marks around the mouth area along with a few slash marks on the torso. The head was stripped of eyelids to allow the eyes to remain open, however the eyes were looking down at the table for the moment. The mouth had been forcibly stretched towards the ears to give off the appearance of a distorted smile. Inorder to keep the smile on it's face, Sweetie Belle had impaled two pins at the ends of the stretched skin.

It was Sweetie Belle's way of making sure her sister always had a smile whenever she came back from her night of singing. All she ever wanted was her sister's love and now she has it plus more.

"She waits for me to come home," Sweetie Belle levitated a cup of water near herself, "So she'll never be alone" She 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 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 motion Rarity's eyes forward so that the eyes would meet her's.

"So Sweetie Belle, how was the concert?" Sweetie Belle had copied Rarity's voice through her magic. It took her exactly a week to learn how to copy Rarity's voice without a teacher to guide her through it. A feat that not many unicorns at her level could do with relative ease.

"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."

"Tell me more, darling -" Rarity's head was forced onto her hands in a leaning position "- Did you meet somepony special?"

Sweetie Belle placed the cup onto the table. She cocked her head to the side and shyly smiled, "Of course not, Rarity. You mean more to me than some colt or stallion." Sweetie Belle shifted in her chair, moving her eyes left and right in an attempt to distract her thoughts. "You will always be mine, Rarity."

"Oh, Sweetie Belle" - Rarity was forced back into a regular sitting posture by the strings getting pulled upwards - "I'm glad you love me like that." Rarity's hooves were forced onto her faded hair and her eyes forced upwards. "Perhaps tonight we could snuggle up together under the sheets like last night."

Sweetie Belle gave Rarity a wicked grin, a grin that revealed Sweetie's true nature. "I would love that, my little slave."

"Then what are you waiting for, darling," Rarity's arm was motioned onto her chest, showing her giving her heart to her sister. "I love you, honey."

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 that even Celestia would flinch at, 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.

However even she knew it would not last forever. The royal princesses were never really bright and would frequently disregard their duties for fun, one major example was going to Sweetie Belle's concert to hear her sing. But they would also be very strict when they found anything wrong with their subjects. From new laws to harsh punishments, nothing was safe when they became serious and she knew they had excellent memory of everything they did.

Every song she ever sang had secret messages embedded in them that were just waiting to be heard completely, and the princesses would eventually uncover them and come to punish her severely for her actions. If it weren't for her snuggling sister she might have panicked to the point of absolute insanity.

Three Nights Later...

After the usual routine of a concert at night and coming home to talk with her dead sister, she performed her normal activities with her sister in bed. The night was incredibly warmer than usual which made the embrace of her sister more incredible than usual, even the magical heat radiating off of Rarity was more sensual than normal. "Wow, Rarity! I am surprised at how hot you are," Sweetie Belle said as she nuzzled up against her sister's chest.

Now that she controls all of Rarity's thoughts, movements, and speeches, she felt happy. 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 filly and colt wanted to hear and now she would never hear them because of her actions. It was haunting to know that even she couldn't make the corpse say it without choking on a single word.

For the rest of the week, Rarity would remained propped to the chair in the kitchen. Sweetie Belle wanted some time to clear her thoughts and figured it would be easier to keep her out of view. The problem was that everything around her reminded her of her Rarity puppet. She could never escape the view of madness around her and it didn't take her long to figure it out.

It was torture for the filly who looked slightly better than the boutique itself. The faucet hardly 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 in bottles over the eight months. Four bottles belonged to Rarity releasing herself as Sweetie Belle was finishing her off.

The next morning, Sweetie Belle was sitting in bed drinking the last bit of her urine, "All gone and just when I was getting use to the smell. Ugh!" She tossed the bottle onto the empty side of the bed where Rarity would have been laying. Drinking her urine wasn't the worst possible thing to ever happen at the moment, she tolerated 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.

Walking outside of the boutique had mixed feelings from the ponies around town. They could see the distraught Sweetie Belle leaving and entering the boutique with a disturbed smile on her face. When somepony would ask her if she was okay, she would respond back with, "I'm fine!", "Just a little tired.", "My sister is driving me crazy with her demands.", or "Can't talk right now, kinda have to go to meet Apple Bloom and Scootaloo!" The ponies believed her false answers and walked away.

The pressure was slowly draining her mental state; she would have Rarity propped up in her favorite chair from when she had her episodes. Rarity's 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. Sweetie Belle sometimes had the body sing a lullaby though not one a colt or filly could sleep through, "Rest your sleepy head on this bed of red. Shut your eyes and wish to die. Follow my voice from the start. Go ahead and stop your heart. Soon you'll never be strain. You'll be caught in my love chain. Forever loved within my mind and never will you escape from my bind."

Despite the mental breakdown, Sweetie Belle could easily say she wasn't borderline Twilight Sparkle crazy. 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 looking near the kitchen table and her forlegs crossed. Another time she was sitting at the front door, her arms in between her back legs and her head cocked to the side. "How are you moving, Rarity? Y-y-you're dead."

It bothered Sweetie Belle to the point she hid Rarity in a closet and barred it off with her fancy chair. "Maybe I am starting to act like, Twilight -" she took a deep breath "- I need some sleep, can't let this mess with my head anymore," feeling relieved she had gone to sleep earlier than normal alone. It didn't take her long to fall asleep peacefully in the bed, dreaming of happier times with her sister. The moments before this nightmare of a life she created.

The boutique was quiet, despite it's obvious shambled appearance. Sweetie Belle was sound asleep, 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 eventually throughout the entire boutique, the tune becoming more melodic and enticing as it continued.

The humming played out for a minute more before turning into full lyrics similar to Death is Rare. "She puts me here all alone..." a slow knocking sound was coming from the closet. "So she'll never ever be alone..." the sound began to increase in speed, turning into loud banging sounds. "I was once her casualty..." the fancy chair moved slightly as the closet opened ajar. "but soon she'll be with me..." within the slit, her eye was watching the room. "And my name is Rarity!" the door was pushed fully opened; a small distorted blood-curdling giggle could be heard throughout the boutique as she slowly levitated towards her room.

"Tell me now... do you still have a frown... cause I see you pain... through the blood stains... tell me now your heart aches... so I can give you the remedy to take..."