The Horrors That Lay Inside The Carousel Boutique

“Oh Sweetie Belle!” Rarity called in her refined british accent.

“Yes, Rarity?” Sweetie called back.

“I have a surprise for you. I simply can’t wait to show it to you. I’m absolutely certain that you’re going to love it!” Rarity said as she traipsed down the stairs of the Carousel Boutique to where Sweetie Belle was sitting, doing her homework.

Sweetie Belle looked up just as Rarity hopped down the last step. Her horn was glowing, but Sweetie couldn’t see anything floating around.

“What is it?” She asked, getting up and walking over to Rarity.

“I made you a doll. It’s a pony.” Rarity said as she levitated a small doll into Sweetie’s hands.

“Oh, Uhhh… Thanks, Rarity.” Sweetie Belle said looking at it. It looked really old and dirty. It had oddly placed stitching all over it, and looked as though it were made of a dirty dish towel. The buttons that were used for its eyes were completely different. One was black and the other was white. The black one was nearly twice the size of the white one. The black one had two holes and the white one had four. At least they were both circles though.

It had a few strands of yarn for its mane and tail, which were fraying and different lengths. It had a fake smile stitched onto its face in black thread, and its ears were different sizes, as well as uneven.

“You’re welcome, do you like it?” She asked. She stared at Sweetie Belle, her blue eyes wide and sparkling, awaiting her younger sister’s answer.

Sweetie Belle looked down at the hideous doll in her hands and held back her look of disgust. She looked back up at Rarity and smiled, “Yeah, I love it.” She hugged her dear older sister who had taken her in once her parents had died. She hadn’t been the same since.

She hadn’t been as clean as she had been before, she was much more sloppy and careless. She was paying less and less attention to the cat she had once loved like a part of herself. Poor Opalescence was close to starving, and the little cat became much more violent and mood.

Sweetie smiled at Rarity once more before going back to the coffee table in Rarity’s family room to continue doing her homework. Rarity stood watch over her sister for a few more minutes before retreating back to her sewing room, where she made all of her dresses.

When she arrived, she saw her beloved cat, Opalescence, sitting atop a neatly folded stack of differently colored fabrics. Rarity walked over to where her cat lay. “Oh Opalescence, what shall I do?”

Opal hissed at her and scratched at her, missing by only little bit. Rarity shook her head and shoveled a small handful of food into Opal’s cat bowl. Opal hopped down from her perch and walked over to her food bowl. She quickly gobbled it up and meowed loudly as if begging for another helping.

“No. You mustn’t have any more dearest or you’ll gain weight and become unattractive.” Rarity said, putting the feed bag away.

Opal hissed again and jumped at Rarity, this time scratching up one of her legs. “Ow!” Rarity screamed. She instinctively kicked Opal away from herself and into a wall. Opal meowed and limped away from the wall and out of the room.

“You deserved it, you dumb cat.” Rarity said. She looked down at the cut on her leg. The blood ran down her shin and pooled around her foot, staining the carpet. Rarity gasped and scurried out of the room as fast as she could, and onto the hardwood floor in the hallway outside her sewing room.

She half ran, half limped to her room and into the bathroom, making sure she didn’t stain anymore of her beautiful carpet. She cleaned of her cut and covered it up. Then she went down to the kitchen to get cleaning supplies to clean up the blood stain.

“Oh dear. I do hope the blood will come up. I would hate it if my carpet were stained red with blood forever.” Rarity said to herself as she walked back up to her sewing room holding all the cleaning supplies, which she rarely used anymore.

“Rarity?” Sweetie Belle called from her room, down the hallway.

“Yes, Sweetie? What is it?” Rarity called back.

“Could you come here for a moment? Please?” She sounded scared, so Rarity dropped the cleaning supplies on the floor and jogged to her dear sister’s room.

“Sweetie Belle, what is it? What’s wro- oh. Oh my.” Rarity said, her voice shaking. She looked at what a mess her younger sister was. She was sitting on top of her bed, she was covered in blood and her hair was tangled and matted, with blood all over it. “My goodness, what’s happened to you?” Rarity asked as she ran over to her little sister.

Sweetie Belle lifted a bloodied, trembling hand and pointed to the opposite side of the room. Rarity followed her sister’s finger. Rarity gasped when she realized that Sweetie Belle was pointing at the doll that she had made for her just earlier that day.

The stitches on the doll’s mouth had turned up into a cruel smile and it was sitting down, its deformed little body leaning against the wall behind it. The doll turned its head towards them and lifted up its arm. In its hoof was one of Rarity’s larger kitchen knives, it was covered in Sweetie’s blood. The fabric the doll was made of was splattered with blood, just like the large knife it was holding.

There was a deep, quiet, elongated meow that came from the dark corner of the room. Opalescence appeared from within the shadows, her white fur stained with spots of red, which Rarity guessed was blood. Opal walked over to Rarity and Sweetie Belle. A long, loud hiss came from deep within Opal’s throat. She skulked even closer to the two girls cowering next to each other.

“Rarity….” Sweetie squeaked, tugging on her sister’s arm, as if begging her to save her.

“Don’t you dare think about running.” The doll said in a deep voice from across the room. It stood up on its hind legs and slowly and awkwardly walked over to the girls. It held up the knife, the blood on the blade glinted in the light that came through the door.

Rarity noticed that Sweetie Belle’s entire body was shaking. She held her sister closer, “Don’t be afraid, everything is going to be alright.” She said, attempting to reassure her.

“Don’t listen to her, nothing is going to be ok, not anymore.” The doll said, edging closer, the sound of blood dripping on the floor seeming to be the loudest sound in the room.

Sweetie Belle started crying, her small body shaking even more. Rarity attempted to use her magic to levitate the doll away from them.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The doll said. Its voice seemed to be deeper than before. It screamed and jumped at Rarity. She screamed as the blade cut through her side. She punched out at the small doll, hitting its torso. Before it went flying back, it left a large gash in her right forearm.

Sweetie Belle screamed as she watched her sister get attacked by an inanimate object, a doll no less. Rarity kicked at the doll once more, screaming as she did so. She hit and it flew back into the wall behind it. Although her attack had left a cut all the way down her calf. There was a loud thump and the clang of a metal object hitting the ground. Obviously the doll had dropped the knife.

“Quickly!” Rarity yelled, grabbing Sweetie’s hand and yanking her off her bed just as Opal jumped to attack her. They ran out of Sweetie’s room and down the stairs as fast as they could.

Then Rarity decided to make the worst mistake anyone can ever make.

She looked back.