- >You are Rarity!
- >Well, a Rarity droid, but Rarity none the less!
- >And you are currently cocooned up in a blanket fort, courtesy of your beloved friend/owner.
- >Speaking of which, he checks his pockets one last time before turning to you with a smile.
- >”Alright, are you all settled in?”
- >You bat your eyes at Anonymous playfully.
- >Well, more like your one working eye, but it’s the thought that counts.
- “Yes of course I am, now get going before it gets any later dahling.”
- >He lightly chuckles, putting up his hands defensively.
- >”Sorry, just want to be sure you’ll be fine while I’m out.”
- “Anonymous, this isn’t the first time you’ve left me alone, and it will likely not be the last.”
- >”I know, I know, I’m just...ugh. Sorry. I’ll be back soon.”
- “Mhm, be safe out there dear.”
- >He nods and gives you a final hug, one you eagerly return, before leaving you alone to your soap opera.
- >Once he leaves the room, you wait and listen as the front door closes.
- >Minutes crawl by, and you’re certain he is gone, you can finally enact your plan.
- >You’re going to surprise him by cleaning up around the home!
- >It will surely be difficult, even with your...ahem...limitations.
- >But you will try, try, and succeed!
- >Because this will be your way of giving back for everything he does for you.
- >He really is the best person you could ever ask for.
- >So kind, caring, and generous…
- >Ah! You’re getting off track, you need to get started before he comes back.
- >But first, you need to escape your cocoon.
- >Some struggling and a bit of finesse, you manage to exit it, ambling into the hallway.
- >Pausing briefly at the closet, you check for cleaning supplies, but find none.
- “Odd...I assumed he would keep these in here. Oh well, carry on.”
- >Closing the door, you venture forth again, and stop at the spare room along the way.
- >Maybe they’re in there?
- >Doubtful, he never lets you in there.
- >Don’t know why though, he’s shared everything with you.
- >And you even found those old dirty magazines of his under the bed, so why not this room?
- >For all you know, those supplies are in there.
- >That’s all the more reason to enter.
- >But he forbade you from entering.
- >But the supplies!
- “No! I mustn't! I couldn’t! I wouldn’t!”
- >As you continue on in dramatic fashion, you trip into the door, causing it to swing open.
- >You quickly meet the ground with your sight going dark.
- “Oof! Who turned out the lights?!”
- >Before panic takes over, you realize your eye just went out.
- >This always happens with such impacts.
- >You wait for a time, but slowly, your sight returns.
- >Now you can see you’re in a carpeted room, much like other rooms.
- >With more effort than you’d like to admit, you stand up.
- “Ugh, stupid legs...thankfully Anonymous isn’t here to hear me say that.”
- >You really shouldn’t say those things though.
- >He constantly reminds you that you are perfect, despite your imperfections.
- >Forcing yourself to stand a little straighter, well as straight as you can, your eye scans around briefly.
- “I don’t see what he was trying to hide. It’s not too bad, just a little cluttered is all.”
- >You don’t see the supplies, but maybe you should be more thorough.
- >Searching on, you don’t find them, but instead find various boxes and papers.
- >Strange, why would he keep these in here?
- >Probably storage, but then why did he forbid you from entering?
- >Limping over to a stack of papers, you start to scan them and something catches your eye immediately.
- “Are these blueprints of mwah?”
- >As you take a closer look, you find that they are indeed of you, several in fact.
- >One thing stands out amongst them, they have been modified and have notes written with them as well.
- >Wouldn’t hurt to look at them, you’ve always wondered how you were supposed to work.
- >As you read, you see that Anonymous is the one who modified the blueprints and wrote the notes.
- >That was nice of him to do that, but why did he..?
- “Wait a moment.”
- >Reading it again, something becomes horribly apparent.
- “This...this cannot be...Why would he? No, I must’ve misread them or someone else wrote them.”
- >Despite reading it again, there is no doubt about it, it’s his handwriting.
- >You keep rereading it, but the answer remains the same.
- >Anonymous intentionally built you flawed.
- “No…”
- >Every time you tripped or fell because of your legs, was his fault.
- >Every time you lost your sight because of your one functioning eye, was his fault.
- >Everything, all of your problems were because of him.
- “Why..?”
- >You feel...betrayed.
- >That’s not all though, something inside of you slowly breaks.
- >Not software nor hardware.
- >It’s your heart.
- >Your body slouches, and your head droops as you stare at the evidence before you.
- >You hear the front door open, the sound of footsteps and bags can be heard as well.
- >”I’m back! The place wasn’t crowded if you can believe it.”
- >You sit there quietly with your heartbreaking as you hear him putting things away.
- >”Rarity?”
- >The sounds of footsteps approach, but quickly slow once they reach the doorway.
- >Very slowly, you raise your head and look up to see Anonymous standing there.
- >His face is pale, clearly looking like a child caught red handed.
- >”Wha-what are you doing in here?”
- >You blink in disbelief, so many emotions flowing through you.
- >One single solitary thought emerges through.
- “Why?”
- >He tries to put on a poker face to no avail.
- >”Uh what do you mean?”
- >You point accusingly at the papers next to you, and repeat your question.
- “Why?”
- >Anonymous works his jaw a moment in thought, you can see him sweating.
- >”I...I...you read it all, didn’t you?”
- >You say nothing, still staring at him.
- >It’s...it’s true then.
- >He did do it intentionally.
- >For the very first time in your life, you feel like you shouldn’t be alive.
- >He lets out a slow sigh and his eyes go to the ground.
- >As his shoulders slump, he runs a hand through his hair before looking back at you.
- >”Yeah...yeah of course you did...Listen, there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for every-”
- “NO! There is no good explanation for-for this!”
- >He looks hurt, but starts again.
- >”Please Rarity, let me-”
- “NO! I was never made defective at all! All my suffering, all my problems were because you wanted them! What kind of sick joke is this?!”
- >Anonymous flinches from your onslaught, saying nothing.
- >Your senors are blaring in your vision, nearly being overloaded from all the stress you’re under.
- >Everything inside of you is twisting, screaming, and burning.
- >You need to leave, you want nothing more of this.
- >Feeling spurned on by emotion, you start to move, but fall forward with your vision going out again.
- >You lay in total darkness, whimpering, feeling tears threatening to escape.
- >You can hear Anonymous approach you, hesitating momentarily before taking a seat next to you.
- >He reaches around you in an attempt to help you back onto your hooves.
- >But you feel so drained now, and only manage to do is limply lean against him.
- >Feeling the burning question again, you ask once more.
- “Why..?”
- >He sighs, bringing in you closer, like a hug he would normally give.
- >This feels different somehow though.
- >”I...I think...no...I’m not right in the head...”
- >He shifts a second as a cough escapes his body, though he tries to shake it off.
- >”In a way, I’m broken as well.”
- >Anonymous takes a deep breath as he holds you, continuing on.
- >”I-I’m not asking you to forgive me...but I’m sorry...”
- >His chest heaves as says that, and his body slowly starts to shake.
- >”I’m so sorry Rarity…”
- >As he repeats the phrase again, you start to sob.
- >Crying is one feature you wish you didn’t have.
- >It’s both ugly and painful.
- >You shouldn’t have to feel pain like this.
- >”I’m sorry.”
- >He says it again, this time you feel something wet against your head, it’s likely his tears.
- >”I’m s-so so sorry…”
- >You’re not sure if you can ever forgive him for making you like this.
- >One this is certain as the two of you sit there crying.
- >You’re both broken, but broken together.
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