Pudding - Three Months Later
Sweetie Belle sat on a cold concrete floor inside of a dark damp prison cell. She had been placed in a cell alone because of the violent behavior her nightmares had caused. The girl spent her time staring at the floor remembering all the bad things that had happened because of Anon-a-Miss. The Canterlot Crusaders had all been sent to separate juvie facilities once the police had gotten whiff of Sunset’s suicide and what had caused it. When Rarity had asked Sweetie why she had helped create the account she couldn't bring herself to answer. Of all the ways they had to find out, it had to be from a suicide note. Sunset’s suicide note to be exact. When the preteens had found the thing they should have thrown it away, but I guess watching someone commit suicide can really do things to you.
Every single night Sweetie Belle relived that night on the rooftop of Canterlot High. Every cry and scream as the majority of the school watched her fall to her death. They could have done something, but they didn't. The preteen had barely even tried to confess.
All of a sudden, a tray of food was slipped into Sweetie Belle’s prison cell. The girl’s eyes locked onto the corner of the tray where a specific food laid. It was pudding. Chocolate pudding to be exact. How did they know that was Sweetie’s favorite flavor?
Her fork was quickly ignored as the preteen’s hands latched onto her tray and she slammed her face into the pudding. Happiness filled her as she licked bit after bit of pudding off of her tray. Sweetie Belle and her best friend were finally reunited.
Author's Note
This whole story was edited with Grammarly.
Obsession
These days everyone thought Sweetie Belle had become just like her sister, but crazier. She devoted the majority of her free time to sewing and painting because she loved making pieces of art to compliment the thing she loved so much.
Sweetie Belle loves pudding, it’s a fact everyone at Canterlot High knows by now. She talks about it all the time and she is seen with a cup of it every day at lunch. She usually sits in the corner all by herself on the floor. She dislikes the grossness of it, but her disgust always goes away after a single spoonful of her precious pudding.
You may ask, why isn’t Sweetie Belle sitting with her friends? Why isn’t her sister offering her a seat at her table? The answers to both of those questions are pretty simple. The girl’s obsession had just gotten so out of hand that everyone had cut ties with her to avoid having their reputations ruined just from being around her.
But Sweetie Belle is barely ever sad. The only time she was seen really being sad is when she dropped her spoon onto a hairy carpet at her house, and the spoon had a spoonful of pudding on it. The preteen isn't sad about her friends leaving her or her sister barely speaking to her, all because of her pudding.
But one day her parents stopped buying her pudding. They told her that her obsession was getting too extreme. Turns out they had asked Rarity why they weren't talking, and she had told them about her addiction. Sweetie Belle cried and pleaded with her parents. She would do anything to have more pudding. She would sweep the floors, bathe the cat, sell her hair for money. Anything you can think of, she would do it for another taste of that sweet, sweet pudding.
But no matter what she said, her parents kept giving her the same answer. Her mom ended up getting so frustrated that she told Sweetie Belle that she was gaining weight from eating all of that pudding. Only then, did everything begin to sink in.
Before she knew it, she was in her room staring at herself in her full-length mirror. She sat on her brown carpet and bit her lip as memories kept repeating themselves in her mind. People whispering about her behind her back, her sister leaving her, her friends abandoning her. Tears dripped down her face as she thought about all she had lost for her pudding. Anyone who saw her would know that she was really really sad.
Pudding - Anon-a-Miss
For the rest of the year, Sweetie Belle was quiet. Not that she wasn't quiet before, but now she was really quiet. She had been cut off of pudding a few weeks ago and the effects were really weighing on her. Soon it would be winter break and with that would come Chrismas. It always saddened Sweetie to think about Chrismas this year, because she knew it wouldn't be as joyful as all the others. During lunchtime, she sat in her corner eating some cucumbers. She had on a black hoodie on and tried to cover her face the best she could. Soon enough, she felt someone flick her shoulder. She looked up to find two familiar faces, the faces of Apple Bloom and Scootaloo.
Thoughts sped around in Sweetie Belle’s head. Why would her friends want her back? And if they don’t want her back, why would they even be over here? She knew those two weren't the type of kids that would bully someone like this so they couldn't be coming over here to hurt her?
Apple Bloom told her a story. A story of abandonment and sorrow. A story a bit similar to her own story. The red-haired preteen described how Applejack had wanted to spend time with Sunset Shimmer instead of her and she told Sweetie Belle about her plan.
Apple Bloom’s plan was to make an account online and to pretend to be Sunset Shimmer. She would call it Anon-a-Miss and on there, she would post their sister’s deepest, darkest secrets. Sweetie Belle didn't want to be involved with this at first but before she could say no the memories of her sister leaving her flooded her mind at a rapid pace. She didn't have any beef with Sunset, but Apple Bloom’s anger at AJ brought out the anger she had against her sister. Soon enough, Sweetie Belle was on Apple Bloom’s side and the Canterlot High Crusaders were back in business with a new goal in mind.
