>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.