/bootleg/ Rarity

>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.