The Voice in Sweetie Belle's Head
The Voice in Sweetie Belle's Head
Sweetie Belle yawned and opened her eyes.
Hello?
Sweetie Belle blunk.
"Who said that?" she asked.
There was a pause.
I did. Whoever "I" is...
"That still doesn't answer my question!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed. "Who are you?!"
I've already said, I don't know.
Sweetie Belle didn't know what to say.
I guess sense I don't know who I am I should ask who you are.
"I'm Sweetie Belle, a member of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, a group dedicated to helping ponies get their cutie marks!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed.
There was a pause, longer then the last.
Who's that?
"Who's who?" Sweetie Belle asked.
The orange pegasus.
"Oh! That's Scootaloo. She's my ma - friend." Sweetie Belle said.
And the yellow earth pony?
"Apple Bloom." Sweetie Belle said. "Wait... how are you seeing them?"
I don't know. I guess maybe I'm looking through your memories?
Sweetie Belle didn't know what to say as she entered the bathroom to brush her mane.
Sweetie Belle?
"Just call me Sweetie." she said. "Is it okay if I call you Belle?"
Belle... I like that name.
Sweetie Belle smiled as she put her mane into a ponytail and tied it up in a green bow.
Well who do you live with?
"My big sister Rarity. She's not here today though. She's on a trip in Canterlot with Twilight and her friends." Sweetie Belle said.
Twilight? ... One second.
There was another long pause.
Is Twilight the purple unicorn?
"Alicorn now." Sweetie Belle said.
And which one's Rarity?
"Rarity is the white unicorn." Sweetie Belle said, walking downstairs.
Where're we going Sweetie?
"School!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed. "Wait a second... can you hear my thoughts?"
I can see your memories.
"You can?" Sweetie Belle asked.
I asked who your friends and Twilight and Rarity were.
"Right..." Sweetie Belle said.
Say something if you can hear this.
Sweetie?
"Did you hear me say that?" Sweetie Belle asked.
No?
Sweetie Belle sighed before running to her friends.
"Hi AB! Hi Scoots!" Sweetie Belle gave Scootaloo a peck on the cheek.
You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend!
Sweetie Belle didn't say anything.
Are you mad at me?
"Well what do you wanna do today?" Scootaloo asked.
Sweetie?
"Ah mean, like we do everyday - help somepony get their cutie mark." Apple Bloom said.
"O - One sec guys!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed, running off.
"Is she okay?" Apple Bloom asked.
"I don't know. But if there's a secret, I should know!" Scootaloo exclaimed.
"Just cause yer datin' her? That doesn't mean she can't keep things from y'all." Apple Bloom said.
Sweetie?
"Belle, if I talk to you at school, ponies will think I'm crazy! If you say something, I probably won't be able to answer." Sweetie Belle said.
Oh... sorry Sweetie.
Sweetie Belle sighed. "It's okay Belle."
Scootaloo followed Sweetie Belle, gasping before hiding behind a tree as she heard Sweetie talking to somepony.
"Belle, if I talk to you at school, ponies will think I'm crazy!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed. Who's she talking to? "If you say something, I probably won't be able to answer."
There was a pause long enough for a pony to say something, before Sweetie Belle sighed.
"It's okay Belle." she said.
Sweetie Belle began to walk away, as Scootaloo stopped her.
"Who's Belle?" the pegasus asked.
"Um..." Sweetie Belle scraped her hoof on the ground. She sighed, before muttering beneath her breath. There was a pause. "Pinkie Promise to not tell?"
"Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye." Scootaloo recited.
Sweetie Belle smiled, before sighing. "Well when I woke up this morning a voice in my head started talking to me. They didn't remember anything and I named them Belle. Please don't tell anypony! They'll think I'm crazy or call me an idiot or something!"
Scootaloo just nodded, not knowing what to say. She wouldn't lie to you Scootaloo... would she?
2+2 = ?
Seriously? Sweetie Belle wrote down the answer.
Sweetie, I'm booooooooooooooored!
Sweetie Belle didn't say anything, continuing on the test.
6 x 4 = 24
3 x 20 = 60
23 + 23 = 48
She stood up and turned in the test, before sitting at her seat and writing a song.
What're you doing Sweetie?
How old is she? Five? Sweetie Belle sighed, continuing.
Scootaloo turned in her test, as Cheerilee said, "Alright class! Those who are done with the test can go to recess - those who haven't stay inside to finish!"
Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo ran outside, Sweetie Belle taking her song she was writing outside.
"What're you doing Sweetie?" Scootaloo asked.
"Writing a song." Sweetie Belle said. "Belle keeps being annoying."
"Did she distract you during the test?" Scootaloo asked.
"Eh." Sweetie Belle said.
Hey! I wasn't that annoying!
Sweetie Belle yawned as she collapsed on the bed. "Thank Celestia it's night!"
You're happy you can go to sleep?
"Yeah? Princess Luna might visit my dreams!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed.
Who's Princess Luna?
"She's the Princess of the Night, and the Moon, and of Dreams!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed, before closing her eyes and soon falling asleep.
Sweetie? Sweetie? SWEETIE BELLE?
No response.
...
A dark blue alicorn walked over.
Who are you?
"I am the Princess of the Moon and of Dreams," she said, "you know my name then, do you not?"
Princess Luna, right?
"Yes. Now tell me Belle, what do you remember from your life before Sweetie Belle?" Luna asked. Although Belle was little more then a voice in somepony's head, Luna's warmth was indeed there.
Like I told her I don't remember anything. I guess I remember... somethings but I can barely tell what those things even are.
"Hm... well I can tell you Belle." Luna said.
You can?!
"Yes." Luna's eyes glowed as Belle gasped.
"Hello?" a voice called. Belle felt nothing but cold.
"Are you okay?" the voice repeated. "Hello?"
Belle's eyes didn't open and she still felt cold.
"I'll have to perform a spell to save you," the voice said, "but you won't have any memories of your past life. At all."
Belle couldn't say anything.
Suddenly warmth hit Belle on her forehead as memories seemed to escape her head.
"I'll have to send you somewhere to save you... I know exactly where." warmth continued to hit as the voice said one last thing.
"Want to be friends?"
Yes. I do.