Nightmare Night Bedtime Stories

Rarity stood by the front window of her boutique, looking out at the slightly flooded streets of Ponyville as the rain poured down. She watched as a carriage pulled up outside her shop. The puller of the carriage was a gray earth pony, with a short, rain soaked mane.

The carriage doors opened and Rarity’s parents stepped out into the pouring rain.

“Oh my, it’s really raining hard.” Rarity’s mother said. She and her husband galloped up to the door and at that moment Rarity heard a knock on the door. “Come on Sweetie Belle.”

Rarity continued staring out the window. Her attention was brought back to the carriage. She watched her younger sister tumble out of the carriage with a suitcase in her mouth. She got up off the wet ground and ran up next to her parents. There was another set of knock at the door.

The classy dress designer let out a sigh and slowly made her way to the front door. She opened the door and her family didn’t hesitate from stepping inside.

“Hello Mother, Father.” Rarity said, not sounding too excited to see them. She looked down at her little sister. “Hello, Sweetie Belle.”

Sweetie Belle dropped the suitcase from her mouth and pounced at Rarity, locking up to the white unicorn in a tight hug.

“Rarity, I missed you so much.” Sweetie Belle said, still clung onto her sister.

“I’ve...uh, missed you too.” Rarity said, not feeling too comfortable. She lightly pushed Sweetie Belle off of her.

“Oh, wasn’t that just adorable?” the two sisters’ mother said.

“It sure was, dear.” their father said in response. Rarity rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you go put your stuff in your room, kiddo?”

“Ok.” Sweetie Belle said happily. She picked up her suitcase and galloped out of the room. The three ponies that stood by the front door could hear the filly moving up the stairs.

After hearing a door close, Rarity began to speak, “Now, how long, exactly did you say you’ll be gone?”

“A week.” Rarity’s father answered.

“A week?!” The white unicorn exclaimed. “but I have to finish a new line of dresses by this Thursday. This project is really important to my business. They’re going to be judged by one of the biggest critiques in Canterlot and if she likes my work she’ll promote my boutique. How am I suppose to finish them if I’m stuck watching Sweetie Belle?”

“You see this is exactly why we’re leaving her here with you.” The unicorn’s mother said. “You’re always working and Sweetie Belle almost never gets to see you. This will be good for both her and you.”

“But...”

“No butts.” her mother said, cutting her off from trying to convince her otherwise. “Now I want you to try and spend some quality time with your sister. Alright?”

Rarity tried to say something, but she knew she couldn’t win. “Very well”
“Good.”

Sweetie Belle galloped down the stairs and trotted into the room with Rarity and her parents.

“Well, we best be going.” the mother said. Sweetie Belle ran up to her and gave her a hug. “You be good to your sister.”

“I will.” Sweetie Belle said. She let go of her mother and gave a tight hug to her dad.

“Have fun, kiddo.” her father said.

“I’ll miss you.” the filly said.

“We’ll miss you too.” the father said. Sweetie Belle let go of him. “Have a good time, Rarity.”

“You too, Father.” Rarity said. Her father lifted up a hoof, welcoming her to a hug. The designer let out a sigh and gave her father a hug. He gave her a quick kiss on the head and then the hug broke. Rarity hugged her mother and then the two parents headed out, backing into the rain and quickly made their way into the carriage

When the carriage moved and went out of sight, Rarity closed the door and headed into the other room.

Sweetie Belle was jumping happily next to her sister. “So what are we gonna do? We could play a game, color, read a book...”

“I have to work, Sweetie Belle.” Rarity said. The designer pony saw all the joy and excitement drain out of her sister.

“Oh.” Sweetie Belle said. She lowered her head to express her disappointment.
“Ok, how about this?” Rarity said. “I’ll work for an hour and then perhaps you and me can play a game or something.”

Excitement and happiness returned to Sweetie Belle. “Really? You promise?”

“I promise. But once we’re done I have to get back to work. Ok?”

“Ok.” Sweetie Belle looked extremely happy. She was jumping up and down with massive smile on her face.

Rarity began to walk slowly up the stairs, down the hall, and into her inspiration room. She stopped near the door and turned her head to the right. Standing next to her was Sweetie Belle, who was looking back up at her sister.

“What are you doing?” Rarity asked.

“Following you.” the filly answered.

“Why?”

“Because I want to watch you work.”

“Listen, Sweetie Belle, my job requires me to think and concentrate. One mistake and I might have to start all over. In order to do my job correctly, I need peace and quiet.”

“I won’t be loud...” Sweetie Belle said, trying to convince her sister to let her stay and watch. All she wanted was to be with her sister.

“I’m sorry, Sweetie Belle.” Rarity said. Sweetie Belle lowered her head in disappointment.

“Okay.” the filly said in a low and depressed tone. She turned around and slowly walked out of her sister’s inspiration room.

Rarity’s horn glowed a light crystal blue and the door closed behind Sweetie Belle. The designer let out a sigh of relief. “Alright,” she said to herself. “time to create.”

While Rarity worked, Sweetie Belle was downstairs, looking out the window at the rain. She sighed. There was nothing to do and she had an hour kill.

Every thirty seconds the little white unicorn would look up at the clock to see that almost no time had past. She looked around the room for something to do. Opal walked pettily passed the doorway and then Sweetie Belle was given an idea.

Rarity paused from her work and glanced at the clock that hung on the wall. A little more than an hour had passed. Rarity was sure that Sweetie Belle would have informed her on the dot. It wasn’t like her to just be patient.

The white unicorn left her inspiration room. She looked down the stairs and called out to her sister. “Sweetie Belle, is everything alright?” There was no response. This couldn’t be good. Rarity went down the stairs and poked her head into the shop. There she saw her sister and her cat, but Opal didn’t look right. Her fur was all spiked up in different directions and had been dyed a dark green. Opal did not look too happy.

Rarity let out an ear piercing scream which announced her presence to Sweetie Belle. “What have you done?” she said as she galloped over to her cat. Her horn lit up and Opal was levitated off the ground. The cat let out a hiss as Rarity examined her.

“I gave Opal a makeover.” Sweetie Belle said.

“Do you know how long it’s going to take me to clean her? Look at her, she looks like a horrid troll.” The cat hissed at Rarity again and swiped at her with her claws. Opal missed her just barely.

Sweetie Belle didn’t say anything, she was in a mix of feeling guilty and disappointment.

Rarity closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, and then exhaled, letting out as much stress as she could. “It’s fine, I’ll just get her cleaned and then I can get back to work.”

“But what about doing something together?” Sweetie Belle said, her voice was breaking from her sadness.

“I’m sorry.” Rarity repeated. She dared not look into her little sister’s eyes. “Maybe another time.” She then walked out of the room with her cat floating next to her, leaving her sister in tears.

It was late. around midnight. Rarity was now in her workroom, finishing up her second dress, which was long, beautifully light blue and was lined with silver silk.

“Almost done, Rarity.” Rarity said to herself. “Just one more...and...done. Perfect.” She backed up and began admiring her latest creation, which was being worn by one of her manikins. “I do say, Rarity, I think this might be your best work yet.”

At that moment there was a loud, high pitch scream. In an instant, Rarity dashed out of her workroom, down the hall, and into Sweetie Belle’s room. There she found her sister thrashing around in her bed, screaming with fear.

The mare quickly moved the side of the bed, grabbed Sweetie Belle with her hooves and began shaking her. “Sweetie Belle!” Rarity shouted. “Sweetie Belle, wake up!”

Sweetie Belle’s eyes shot open and she let out one more scream. “Don’t kill me, please don’t kill me.” the now crying filly said in a begging tone.

“Sweetie Belle, I’m not going to kill you.” the older sibling said. She hugged Sweetie Belle, who didn’t hug back, at least not yet. Rarity could feel tears dripping onto her back. “You’re safe. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Sweetie Belle hugged back. Her grip was tight on Rarity.

Rarity started gently stroking Sweetie Belle’s mane, which felt wet due to the fact she had been sweating.

There was a bad smell. It was musty and strong. Then Rarity realized that Sweetie Belle must have wet the bed.

“Rarity, I...” Sweetie Belle began, but her sister cut her off with a “Shhh”. That night Sweetie Belle slept in Rarity’s room and that morning Rarity took the wet sheets off the bed and brought them down into the laundry room to wash them.

Sweetie Belle was still sleeping in Rarity’s bed, so Rarity took advantage of that moment and worked on her dresses. Tomorrow was the deadline and she had to use every bit of time left to complete her task.

During that time she was able to finish half a dress, which was turning out very nice, but it was nothing compared to the blue dress she made the night before. That blue dress was sure to bring Rarity to the top.

Rarity stopped working. She looked over at the blue dress and for a moment she was able to vision herself in Canterlot, surrounded by hundreds of ponies, who wanted nothing more than her and her attention.

As she was admiring her own creation the door began to creak open. Rarity turned around to see Sweetie Belle standing at the door way. Rarity looked at the clock to see that it was twenty past noon and then looked back at her sister.

“How are you feeling?” the designer asked. Sweetie Belle’s eyes were half shut and her mane was an absolute mess.

“Tired.” the filly said.

“Well give me half an hour and I’ll come downstairs and fix us up some breakfa...I mean lunch. How does that sound?”

Sweetie Belle just nodded and just walked away. Rarity closed the door using her magic and went back to work. By the end of that half hour she had completed the dress. This one was a light yellow with sapphire sequins all over it.

Rarity smiled at her creations. Just one more dress and she would be finished. “I guess I’ll work on it later tonight.” she said to herself. After hearing Sweetie Belle’s screams last night, thinking that Rarity was going to kill her made Rarity realize the Sweetie Belle was starting to see her as a monster. So after a lot of thought she decided that she will spend the day with Sweetie Belle, doing things her sister wants to do.

Rarity let the room and went downstairs to find Sweetie Belle sleeping on the couch. She smiled at this adorable sight. She headed into the kitchen and began making sunny side up eggs and toast.

Sweetie Belle slowly awoke to the smell of eggs and toast. She got up off the couch and then made her way into the kitchen. Rarity was at the stove, using her unicorn magic to slide the eggs off the pan and onto a plate. Next to that plate was another plate that already had eggs and wheat toast on it.

The pan was placed back onto the stove and the two plates of food levitated from the counter over to the dinner table and were placed down carefully.

Rarity turned around at Sweetie Belle and then spoke with a smile on her face, “Hello Sweetie Belle, you hungry?”

Sweetie Belle nodded and then walked over to the dining table. She hopped into her usual seat and began to eat her eggs. Rarity did the same. For the first couple of minutes neither of them spoke a word.

Finally Rarity broke the silence. “So, how’d you sleep?”

“Fine.” the filly said. Rarity had never seen her sister so gloomy in all her life. She had to cheer her up. For a moment she felt like Pinkie Pie when she sees somepony sad.

“I was thinking, since I’m a head in my schedule, we could spend the day together.” Rarity said. She watched as Sweetie Belle’s frown transformed into a smile. This made Rarity smile too.

“What are we going to do?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Whatever you want. Today is your day.”

Sweetie Belle’s smile grew larger. “Can we go for a walk?”

It was wet and muddy outside and probably humid. The humidity would ruin her mane for sure. Not to mention all the puddles of mud.

Rarity nodded, keeping the smile on her face. Sweetie Belle nearly squealed with joy.

After their meal the two unicorns left the shop and began their walk. The conditions of the outside world were far worst than Rarity had imagined. She could feel her fabulous styled mane becoming all frizzy from the humid air.

As they passed Sweet Apple Acres Sweetie Belle discovered a chain of puddles, which she skipped into, making larges splashes that soaked Rarity. For a moment Rarity was angry, but she pushed that emotion out of her body.

By the time the two sisters returned home, they were soaked in water and mud, their manes were all frizzy, and Rarity had a scrape on her back right knee after tripping over a fallen branch.

Rarity was the first in the shower. Luckily Sweetie Belle had her own shower in her room. The filly took a quick shower and soon after became instantly bored. She walked around the house, looking for something to do.

As she was passing Rarity’s workroom she saw something from the corner of her eye. She turned her head to see a box of crayons on top of a high shelf. Sweetie Belle smiled and walked into the room.

She took notice of a beautiful blue dress that was being worn by one of Rarity’s manikins. Usually Sweetie Belle wasn’t interested dresses, but this dress was, what Rarity would call, fabulous. A true work of art.

Sweetie Belle turned away from the dress and back up at the box of crayons. It was far out her reach. It was times like this when Sweetie Belle wished she knew how to perform magic.

The unicorn filly jumped up onto a desk, which was close to the shelf and the beautiful blue dress. The shelf was still too high. Sweetie Belle stood up on her two back hooves. She was wobbling and having to try extremely hard not to fall.

She raised her right hoof and reached for the box of crayons. Not quite there. Sweetie Belle stepped a little closer to the edge. She leaned forward, just barely able to touch the box. But then the worst happened. She fell.

Rarity was still in her bathroom, and had been for at least half an hour, but one can’t rush perfection. Or beauty for that matter.

She was currently drying her hair with her blow dryer, taking extra caution not to ruin her intricate hairstyle. “You truly look fabulous, Rarity.” she commented to herself while looking into her bathroom mirror. And then CRASH!

The sound was loud and startled Rarity. She ran out of the bathroom, out into the hall, and down to her work room. There she looked in horror at the now trashed room. The shelf that held all her art supplies lied broken in half on the floor. Art supplies covered most of the room and one of the manikins lied in pieces. But that wasn’t the worst part. Rarity saw her blue dress ripped apart, her sister’s head sticking out of one of the holes.

Slowly, Sweetie Belle crawled out of the hole and walked over to Rarity, looking dazed and confused. “What...what happened?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“What. Have. You. Done?” Rarity asked. She galloped over to her dress to inspect the damage.

Sweetie Belle remembered what had happened. She felt guilty and a bit scared. “I’m...I’m so sorry, Rarity.” Sweetie Belle said.

“Shut up.” Rarity said quietly. After seeing the damage that was inflicted on the dress up close, she realized that the damage was beyond repair.

“I was just trying to get the crayon box...”

“Shut up.” she said a little louder.

“I didn’t mean to ruin your dress. I’m sorry.”

“DAMMIT, SWEETIE BELLE, I SAID SHUT UP!” Rarity yelled. Her face was red with rage. Her horn lit up and a thread and needle floated over to Sweetie Belle, and before the filly could even scream, the needle pierced her mouth. Blood flowed from her mouth and poured onto the floor.

The sewing needle sewn Sweetie Belle’s mouth shut. With each incision, more and more blood spilled from the fillies mouth. Sweetie Belle tried to scream but her mouth was now sewn shut. There was a noise coming from her throat as she tried.

“All you do is ruin everything!” Rarity said, her mind going foggy from all the rage. “I work real hard for my career and then you come along and screw up everything.”

The white filly began to cry in fear and pain.

“Quit crying!” Rarity ordered. But the tears didn’t stop and a groan came from Sweetie Belle’s throat. “I SAID QUIT CRYING!”

Rarity’s horn lit up again and a piece of the broken manikin floated over to Sweetie Belle, who was on the floor writhing in pain. Rarity brought the piece down with all her strength onto Sweetie Belle’s muzzle. There was a loud crack and blood began pouring from her nose onto the floor.

“All you do is fuck up!” Rarity yelled. The floor was becoming soaked in Sweetie Belle’s tears and blood. “Well guess what. You fucked up for the last time.” She brought down the piece onto Sweetie Belle’s face again. There was another loud sound as the filly’s skull cracked from the impact of the piece. The groaning and squirming stopped, but not Rarity. She beat Sweetie Belle’s lifeless corpse with the bloody piece until her sister’s face was completely denting inwards, like a pothole in the road.

Rarity collapsed and she passed out with her face lying in the pool of Sweetie Belle’s blood.

The next morning Rarity woke up feeling delirious. “What happened?” she asked herself. She looked around the room and saw that it was covered in blood. She looked down at the corpse of her sister lying in the center of the puddle of blood.

Rarity let out a horrified scream. “Sweet Celestia. What happened to...” And then she remembered the night before. “What have I done?” Tears began to build up in Rarity’s eyes.

Just then the doorbell rung. Rarity’s sadness and guilt turned into fear and panic. She knew who was at the door and what she wanted. Rarity looked at the room around her again. Almost everything was covered in blood. All except one dress, which was bright yellow.

The sound of a bell ringing echoed throughout the boutique. Spotlight was in her shop. Rarity rushed to the mirror. Her mane was a wreck and her eyes were red. But none of that really concerned her right now.

Rarity’s face, hooves, and body were soaked in the blood of her sister. She turned on the sink and began washing her two front hooves. Thank Celestia the blood was coming off.

She turned off the sink and quickly made her way to the shower.

“Ms. Rarity, are you up there?” Spotlight shouted from the downstairs. She had a very strong Canterlot accent, which reminded Rarity how important this client was.

“Yes,” Rarity replied. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Alright.”

The white unicorn turned on the shower and immediately stepped in. The water was cold, but that was the last thing on Rarity’s mind. She watched as the blood washed off her body and go down the drain.

She turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, and quickly began drying herself off. The panicking pony galloped out of her bathroom and quickly made her way downstairs.

There, waiting in the shop, was her client, Spotlight. “Good morning, Miss Rarity.” she said. “Did you just get out of the shower, because you look a bit damp.”

“Yes, Ms. Spotlight.” Rarity responded. “And please, call me Rarity.”

“Thank you, darling. Now, should we get started?”

“Get started on what?” Rarity wasn’t really thinking. Her mind was stuck on the body of her former sister which lay lifelessly upstairs.

“Why, taking a look at your dresses, deary.” Spotlight said, sounding like a true Canterlot pony.

“Oh, yes, of course, umm... Can you give me a little while to quickly clean up first? I didn’t expect you to arrive so early and I’d hate to bring such an important pony into a filthy room.” Rarity began thinking about the horrifying mess up stairs. Her heart was racing and she could feel herself starting to sweat.

“Go ahead. I have nowhere to be today, so, no rush.”

Rarity dashed to a broom closet, which was just in the other room. Her horn began to glow and a bunch of cleaning supplies levitated out of the closet. She hurried upstairs and into her work room.

There in the center of the room stood a blood covered Sweetie Belle. Her eyes were closed but she appeared to be alive. “You killed me.” Sweetie Belle said. The stitches in her mouth had been broken.

Rarity let out a scream. She closed her eyes and then slowly opened them to see Sweetie Belle’s body lying right where she left it.
“Rarity,” Spotlight called up from the shop downstairs. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, everything’s fine.” Rarity responded.

“Are you sure? I thought I heard you scream.”

“Just a spider, but I got it.”

“Well alright then.”

Rarity almost broke down and cried. She killed her sister. Tears began to build up in her eyes, but only one fell from her face. She pulled herself together and started her cleaning by mopping up the blood off the floor.

Mopping hardly helped, it just spreaded the blood across the floor. Rarity groaned. She used her unicorn magic to clean the floor with a sponge. By the time the floor was clean the sponge was completely red.

There was still blood on the walls and on most of her dresses. Rarity galloped to her bathroom. She rinsed the sponge and galloped back to the work room. She first cleaned the walls, which didn’t take long and then she removed all the blood covered dresses and just threw them into her bedroom.

Rarity disposed of the broken manikins and the torn blue dress. All that was left of the evidence was Sweetie Belle’s body. Just looking at it made her stomach turn and brought tears to her eyes.

She began looking around the room. Looking for a place to put the body until she can come up with a permanent solution. There was a chest on the other side of the room caught the murderer's eyes.

Rarity used her magic to lift the corpse off the ground. Parts of the body were stuck to the floor from the dried up blood and as Rarity levitated it off the floor the body made a crunching and tearing sound.

That horrible sound made Rarity feel sick. Once the deceased filly was off the floor, its murderer carried it over to the chest. Rarity, with her magic, opened the chest and placed the body into it. She closed it.

After Rarity cleaned up the dried blood off the floor. She headed downstairs. Spotlight was waiting in the shop, patiently.

“Sorry for taking so long.The room was a real mess.” Rarity said.
“It’s quite alright.” Spotlight said. “Now, may we go see the dresses?”

“There is a bit of a problem. I only have one dress.”

“I see. Well no matter. Let’s go see this dress of yours.” The two mares went up the stairs and entered the now clean workroom. Spotlight noticed the yellow dress across the room and approached it.

Spotlight was not far from the chest and this made Rarity very nervous. Spotlight turned around to look at Rarity and noticed how nervous she looked.

“Honey,” the client said. “relax.” She returned to examining the dress.

Rarity took in a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. She looked over at the chest and saw that it was now opened. Sweetie Belle was poking her head out. Her face was completely mangled and disfigured. Tears flowed down her closed eyes as she spoke. “Look what you did to me.”

Rarity shook her head and looked back at the chest. It was shut.

“Well Rarity, I have to say this dress is absolutely marvelous. And I’d be honored to be the first to purchase this fine piece of design.”

Rarity, for a moment, felt like dancing from the amount of joy being put on her. But she kept her cool. “That’s great news.” the designer pony said. But all the joy left Rarity when she took another glance at the chest.

Two days passed by. Each day more horrible than the last. Rarity felt like Sweetie Belle was everywhere; in her room, in her shop, in her mind. She was everywhere.

Rarity was in her room, crying. “I’m sorry.” she cried into her pillow. She had been crying for more than an hour. The pillows and bed sheets were soaked in tears.

Downstairs, the doorbell rang. Rarity got up out of her bed and slowly moved downstairs. Her tears had stopped but her eyes were still red.

Rarity opened the door and outside stood two fillies, Applebloom and Scootaloo.

“Hey Rarity.” Scootaloo said. “Is Sweetie Belle home?”

Rarity’s heart began to ache again and she was just able to hold back her tears. “Ni-No I’m afraid you j-just missed her. I think she went looking fo-for you.” Rarity lied.

“Oh, ok.” Scootaloo said.

“Hey Rarity, are you alright?” Applebloom said. “You look like you’ve been cryin’.”

“Yes A-Applebloom, I’m alright. I hope you two f-find Sweetie B-Belle.” Saying that name nearly made Rarity breakdown and cry right in front of them.

“Thank you.” the two fillies said and they walked away. Rarity collapsed onto the floor and proceeded to weep.

“Who was that?” came a voice from behind Rarity. The crying mare lifted her head and turned around to look at her sister. She looked like she had started to decay. The blood on her body was dried and black looking, but Rarity couldn’t smell her decaying body. Was this real? Rarity thought to herself.

“Please,” Rarity said as tears fell from her eyes. “forgive me.”

Sweetie Belle didn’t say anything. She just faded away. Rarity began to cry again.

That evening, Rarity just looked at a picture of her and her family together. In the picture Sweetie Belle was hugging Rarity and their parents were standing close next to each other.

The sisterless unicorn was heartbroken. It seemed like she had been all day.

Poor Sweetie Belle. Rarity thought to herself. What about Mom and Dad? They’ll be here in a few days and then what will I do. I can’t tell them what happened. It’ll break their hearts. I know, I could bury her. No one will ever know. Everyone will just think she’s missing or something. Yeah.

That night she took the chest and shovel and went out back in the garden. She used her magic to use the shovel on the group. She dug and dug until she reached around six feet.

She pushed the chest, which contained her sister, into the hold. The chest landed on its side but didn’t open. Thank Celestia. Rarity thought. She couldn’t bear seeing her dead sister one more time. She picked a rose from the garden with her teeth and dropped it into the hole. “Goodbye, little sister.” Rarity said.

She began shoveling the pile of dirt back into the hole till it was completely covered. A tear fell from her eye onto the spot where her sister was buried.

She went inside and got ready for bed. She slid under the covers and closed her eyes.

“Rarity.” said a voice, which sounded like that of her sister.

Rarity opened her eyes and looked around her room. She was alone. The mare closed her eyes once more and tried to fall asleep.

“Rarity, come play with me.” said the voice.

The unicorn opened her eyes again. “Hello?” she said.

“I love you, Rarity. Please come play with me.”

“Sweetie Belle, is that you?”

“Rarity, I’m sorry.”

“Sweetie Belle, it’s alright.”

“Please don’t kill me.”

“I’m sorry, Sweetie Belle, I really am.”

“No! No! No!” Then the voice let out a horrified and pain filled scream. Rarity covered her ears with her hooves, but that didn't help. The scream was in her head.

The screaming eventually faded, leaving Rarity shaky, sweaty, and in tears. She got out of her bed and slowly and wobbly to the bathroom.

She turned on the bath. She waited for the water to get warm and then plugged the drain. The water quickly filled up the tub. Rarity turned off the water and stepped in. She lied down on her back. The water felt great. The warmth relaxed her muscles and calmed her down a whole lot. She still felt stress and she still felt guilty. In her mind she could see her sister.

Her sister was in a field, smiling and playing with a couple of butterflies.

Poor Sweetie Belle. Poor sweet, innocent, Sweetie Belle.

Rarity was feeling a mix of happiness and sadness as she envisioned a happy and playful Sweetie Belle. Rarity smiled and a tear fell from her eye into the bath water.

The unicorn opened her eyes and saw that the bathwater was now a dark red. Rarity shrieked in horror.

“You will burn for what you did.” said Sweetie Belle’s voice.

Rarity let out another scream.

The next morning there was a knock at the door. No one answered. Outside the door stood Rarity’s parents, who were wearing their beach clothes. The father wore the straw hat he liked to wear on every vacation.

The mother knocked on the door again. They waited a minute, but there was still no answer. Rarity’s father opened the door and the couple were introduced to a dark room.

The two ponies stepped inside the boutique.

“Rarity! Sweetie Belle! Are you home?” the mother called out. No answer.

Rarity’s father’s horn lit up and all the lights in the shop turned on. The two unicorns walked around the shop, but there was no sign of Rarity or Sweetie Belle.

They began to head up the stairs and as they got closer to the top they began to hear somepony talking.

“Rarity? You up here?” called the father. There was no real response. The voice just kept ranting on and on.

They walked down the hall. The voice was becoming louder and more clear.

“I love you, I love you so much.” said the familiar voice.

The two parents entered Rarity’s work room. It was dark, so Rarity’s father used his magic to light up the room. On the other side of the room was a white unicorn with a messed up purple mane, lying down like a normal pony. She had a large grin on her face that screamed insanity.

“Rarity!” the parents shouted in worry. They galloped over to their daughter and each placed a hoof on her.

“I love you, Sweetie Belle.” rarity said in a dull, yet joyful tone.

“Rarity, what’s wrong? Where’s your sister?” asked the mother.

“I’m so glad we could spend so much time together.”

“Rarity, where’s Sweetie Belle?”

“Who?” Rarity asked.

“Sweetie Belle. Your sister.” her father said.

“Oh yeah. I love Sweetie Belle so much. She’s such a good girl.”

“Rarity, where is she?” her mother asked.

“She’s in the garden, sleeping.” Rarity told them.

The two parents looked at each other and then left the room to go check in the garden for their youngest daughter.

Rarity just sat there with that smile on her face. She was skinnier than ever, like she hadn’t eaten in days.

“I love you, Sweetie Belle.”

“I love you too.”