The Horrors That Lay Inside The Carousel Boutique

Button Mash was playing his favorite game in the Ponyville arcade when Apple Bloom walked up to him.

“Button?” She asked.

“Just a sec.” He said, mashing buttons quickly, trying to defeat the final boss. Apple Bloom sighed and sat down on the chair that was next to the machine Button was at. “Come on, come on, come on…” He whispered to himself, staring intently at the screen without blinking.

“Button?” Apple Bloom asked again.

“I said just a sec, I’m about to beat the boss, I need to concentrate.” He began mashing the buttons faster, and sticking his tongue out of his mouth. “Come on… Yes!” He jumped up and took his hands off the machine, shaking them. “I got a new high score, isn’t that great Apple Bloom?” He asked.

“Yeah, Button, that’s great, but…”

“Hang on, I have to put my initials in the scoreboard.” He said, moving the joystick to type in his initials.

He finished typing them in. “So, Apple Bloom, what did you want?”

Apple Bloom handed him a folded up piece of paper. “Here, this is from Sweetie Belle.”

“Really? She wrote me a letter?” He asked taking it, suddenly acting very shy and nervous.

“Yes, but it’s not about what you think it’s about.” She said. “You might want to wait to read it until you’re alone.”

Button nodded, staring at the piece of paper in his hands with his name on it, written in beautiful cursive handwriting inside a heart.

Apple Bloom left the arcade, holding a few more pieces of folded paper. Button couldn’t wait to read the letter. He wanted so badly to read it right then and there, but Apple Bloom had told him to read it when he was alone. So he put the paper in his pocket and went home.

When he arrived he saw his mom cooking in the kitchen. “Hi Button, welcome home. Why are you back so early?” She asked.

“No reason. I’m gonna go to my room, ok mom?”

“Ok, have fun.” She said, turning her attention back to the pot on the stove.

Button Mash walked into his room and closed the door. He sat down on his bed. “Why did I come back home again?” He asked himself. “Oh! That’s right, Apple Bloom gave me a letter from Sweetie Belle and I came home to read it.” He thought.

He pulled the letter out of his pocket and slowly opened it.

“Dear Button Mash,

Do you remember when I told you about how me, Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Big Macintosh were going after an evil Doll that was trying to kill us? Well, I hope you do, because that was all true. I figured out that the only way The Doll would stop killing people at random, was if it killed the person it was meant to kill: me. So I’ve decided to sacrifice myself and let The Doll kill me. Please understand that it was the only thing I could do to save everyone.

I’ve always known that you had a crush on me, and I just wanted to tell you that I’ve always liked you too. Every time I got close to you, my heart would beat faster, and my face would turn red.  I really really like you Button, and I’m sorry that I had to die before we got the chance to be together. Please keep on living, for me.

Love,

Sweetie Belle”

Button’s eyes teared up as he read the letter. His heart swelled up with love when he saw her name signed in a heart, and underneath the word ‘love’. His tears dripped down and landed on the paper, smudging the wording. He folded the paper back up, and put it on his desk. He picked up his pillow and hugged it tight. He buried his face in it and started crying.

Once he had all the sadness out of his system, he walked over and sat down at his desk. He reached into his secret drawer that not even his own mother knew about and pulled out all his half finished love letters to Sweetie Belle. He read each and every one of them, ripping them apart as he finished. When he had ripped them all, he started crying again.

He didn’t want to believe that the girl he loved was actually gone. Dead and gone forever. He refused to accept the fact that he would never see her again. He looked in his closet, seeing his belt hanging from the top shelf. He wondered if it would be enough to hang himself with.

He pulled out another piece of paper and started another letter, this one a suicide note to him mom. He finished writing it and signed it sloppily, his tears smudging half the page. He threw down the pencil he had been writing with and looked at the letter Sweetie Belle had written him. It had somehow opened itself. He read it a second time.

The very last words had caught his eye. “Please keep on living, for me.” He looked back at the belt in his closet, and then back at the letter. He sniffed and picked up the suicide note he had just finished writing and tore it up.

“I love you, Sweetie Belle.” He said aloud to himself. He hugged the letter she had written as though it was her. He kissed the heart where she had signed her name and put it back down on his desk.