Most ponies in Ponyville when asked would likely answer that the person who had the biggest closet of clothes in the entire little town was Rarity, the local fashionista, and drama queen. - And Diamond smirked at that perfect description of the white unicorn, before toning down her smile when remembering that she was the sister of one of her friends and she was supposed to be nice, or, at least, play nice.
But that wasn’t really the truth, while Rarity had plenty of fabric and an amazing sort of talent to sewing, so she made her own clothes, her raw talent couldn’t compare to the best superpower of all. Money! Sure Rarity and her friends regularly saved the world, but Diamond had heard her father talk about his superhero alter ego, solving problems with bits, enough time to know…
This presented a problem, however, she had been playing the villain for far too long. Well she had, never, in her mind, been a bad filly, she had only trying to please her mother, wasn’t that what good fillies did? That was before she came to realise that her mother was anything but perfect. It was a lesson all fillies and colts must learn one day, and she had. The hard way. Luckily the cutie mark crusaders, no longer the crybabies in her opinion had given her another chance.
As she said though, bullying others? Total bad filly move? She had been a bad filly, no doubt about it, no use pretending otherwise.
But there lay the problem. She wanted to do something...different for this year Nightmare Night. She had been a bad pony for so long she could show up undressed and still get candy...ok, probably not to that extent, that was poetic exaggeration but it didn’t change the fact that she wanted to go as...a good pony.
And...you just don’t go as a good pony on nightmare night. You can go neutral, like a dumb chicken, or a scarecrow. But, who the heck goes dressed up as a good pony in a night dedicated to Luna in her evil state? And the terror of the nights? And evil, and all things bad?
Diamond Tiara had all sorts of clothes, dresses, costumes, and more, all brought home by her mother, Spoiled Rich, as rewards and temptations, so she’d be the best pony around, always. And when Diamond Tiara meant a lot, she did meant a whole lot. Hundreds even!
But she couldn’t decide what to wear. Her hooves had thrown about 30 or 40 pieces around the room, that still didn’t look cluttered, the pink walls being far too expansive to be bothered by such a “minuscule” amount of items. Her closet doors lay open and she stared at all the articles. Randolph, the old butler and family servant, had organised them by color and tag, but Diamond did not care much for the work she would give him later. She was still Diamond Tiara, and he was getting paid was he not?
“Mmhhh” - Her deceptively sweet tone came through. She looked at all the costumes she had, from a pink bunny costume, to a vampire one to a princess one (complete with horn and wings! And, it was, of course, pink). She wanted to scream! Why was there such indecision in her mind? She was Diamond Dazzling Tiara! She did not listen to what other thought, she always did just whatever she wanted. It was how she had always been.
And yet…that sort of behavior had almost lost her her best friend, Silver Spoon. This wasn’t the same thing, it was just Nightmare Night, a night of fun for young fillies and colts in Ponyville, not a school yard election, but it was much the same principle.
“What if…” - She looked at one of her costumes. But she quickly dismissed the idea, that just wouldn’t work. She pressed one of her hooves again the smooth fabric of one of her dresses, feeling the weight of her tiara on her head.
“Why do I even want to go as a good pony?” - That question, she figured, had an easy answer. Because she was a good pony now, right? She had friends, she didn’t bully anyone, she was liked, Ponies didn’t normally dress up, but when they did, they often displayed emotions through their clothing. She could display her kindness through that outfit, no?
The second question was, of course, if that was really necessary, because, was it? She was acting nicer and everyone had, after a brief hesitation, seemed to be getting to accept her. She had convinced them that she had truly reformed.
She threw a hoof in the air in frustration. Reformed, she hated that word! Like she was ever in need of reformation, that implied that she was evil like Discord or Sombra. No she was just...misguided. By her mother of all ponies.
So in the end the fact was she didn’t have to dress good to impress...she just felt like it. She meant it, She knew her father would probably say to dress for the job she wanted. An old motto in the family. Which was why he wore a tie all the time (not that he needed it being so successful) and her mother would just scoff at her for still hanging around with others. But…
She’d ask Silver if it was ok later. And if Silver said it wasn’t...Silver was always a little of a know it all anyway, though Diamond quickly stifled those thoughts not wanting to think badly of her friend. She’d make up some crappy excuse. Like, she could be the new foal Shining Armor and Cadance were having (the news had spread fast), grown up a few years and turned evil under the influence of the dark magic of a resurrected Sombra.
Diamond Smiled. Yeah, that could work. She still prefered her story of a good princess. But if it had to be…she had quite the imagination
She was going to have the best Nightmare Night ever! Now with a whole lot more friends to boot. Because for a good time in a while, she was actually excited to spend time outside with other ponies, doing more than showing of her wealth. She grinned, just hang, that’s what friends did, right? She could do that.
Like she said, best night ever. Certainly better than the Gala.
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