The mare who laughed

It had been three months since Rarity had been revived from the coma and two months since she had her skin grafts. Big Mac and Applejack had helped her move back into Carousel Boutique yesterday morning, Big Mac had even moved her bed downstairs into one of the small rooms in the back so it would be easier on her so she wouldn't have to walk up and down the stair until she regained enough strength. Rainbow dash had come by that morning to bring her some groceries, she gave a Rarity a rare double headed bit that had made it past the inspectors, saying it was "for luck".

Rarity stood in front of the bathroom mirror looking at herself. The left side of her face was still heavily scarred and the left corner of her mouth drooped down in a half-scowl even though the doctor had declared the skin grafts a success. The doctor did tell her there was nothing he could for the partial paralysis in her face. As she looked at her face in disgust, she turned the double-headed bit over and over in her hoof. Picking up the cup off the sink in her magic, she threw it into the mirror shattering it.

Rarity walked over to a sewing machine still twirling the bit in her magic and sat down. She tried to think of something to draw out so she could start sewing, but her depression , but her depression clouded her mind. Dropping the coin on the table next to the sewing machine, she wracked her brain trying to think of something. When she drew a blank, she lifted the sewing in her hooves in a fit of rage and smashed it on the floor. Staring down at the destroyed sewing machine, a mad bout of inspiration struck her. She ran around the shop smashing tables, ripping up partially finished dresses and breaking sewing machines. When she had finished, half the shop was an utter disaster, the other half was untouched. She stood gasping for air admiring her work as she picked up the coin in her magic.

Rarity walked into in kitchen still levitating the coin to get a glass of water, when she saw a knife hanging on the rack. Another bout of mad inspiration struck her and she placed the coin on the counter then pulled the knife from the rack. Using the tip of the knife, she scratched up one side of the coin.

"Yes! Yes!", Rarity heard a voice that sounded almost familiar. Looking into her reflection in the knife, she saw it speak to her, "Good heads, I help you make your new masterpiece, bad heads, you cut you left cutie mark off."

Rarity took the coin in her hoof and flipped it through the air. She watched it with amazement as it sailed up, then down. Catching it in her hoof, it landed on bad heads. Levitating the knife to the left side of her flank, she gritted her teeth and braced herself as she sliced through the skin, cutting the cutie mark clean off. Her head swam with pain and amazement as she watched the bloody patch of skin fall to the floor as blood trickled her leg.

Rarity ran to one of the unsmashed full length mirrors in the shop to better "talk" with her new "friend". "Good heads, we make an immaculate masterpiece, bad heads, we make a masterpiece better suited for us.", she said to the mirror. Her reflection nodded. Flipping the coin through the air, she caught it on her hoof, it landed on bad heads. Several hours later she finished sewing the pantsuit together. She slipped it on and admired it in the mirror, one side was an immaculate ivory pantsuit with gold trim and small green vines with pink flowers, the other side was a dingy, dirty unadorned grey that hung ill-fittingly off her body, the sleeves and legs in tatters.

"Good heads, we work on a new fashion line, bad heads, we burn down the shop.", the reflection said to Rarity. Rarity nodded and flipped the coin in the air. It landed on bad heads in her hoof. As it was getting dark, Rarity had finished pouring out lantern oil on the floor. Looking in the mirror, she said, "Good heads, we walk out of here as the shop burns, bad heads, we stay and burn with the shop," The reflection nodded. She flipped the coin through the air and caught it in her hoof, it landed on good heads. Striking the match, she tossed it onto the floor and walked out the boutique as the fire began spreading across the floor.