dark The Puppet Maker

[Scootadress 361]

This Story is borderline creepypasta, but I don't necessarily wish to MAKE a Creepypasta. However, I will state that it is quite dark. 

Summary:

Silver Spoon always had been in love with Sweetie Belle, ever since they met at the party. Never the type to ask, being too shy, she never would have ever been able to ask the white unicorn. It was foalish to think she could harvest feelings for her in return, but that doesn't stop Silver from getting jealous over that pesky orange pegasus, Scootaloo, when Sweetie always blushes around her. In fury, she does something that she can't fix and finds herself in a pit of lies and regrets.

With Apple Bloom obsessed with finding Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle a prime suspect, the Elements find it hard to not divide. How will anypony adapt to the truth when it comes out?
Most importantly:

How will Sweetie like her if she knew the truth?

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Light from the beautiful moon flickered into the plain, seemingly empty room. It was with a radiance that only it bears as it danced too and fro without a trace or marking on the walls. It illuminated the silver decor, which, mostly, was on the walls. The inhabitant of the room groaned, the radiant light tickling her as if forcing her to wake up from her pleasant dreams. The light shimmered again and again relentlessly as the filly on the bed tried her hardest to cover herself.

Nope, the light was persistent. Silver groaned again as her pink sheets tumbled effortlessly off without care.She fumbled off the bed, falling on the ground harshly. Silver pushed the annoyances aside as she turned towards her window. She frowned at the time.

"Night, figures." Silver muttered. "Of course, my luck." Her ears flickered as she turned her head towards an unknown sound. She trudged away from the wall and of any security that she received from her room. The bathroom was the closest one near her, her glasses typically hung from a professional rack with care, but something felt off. Silver tried peering over to the mirror, but it was difficult as it was made for a mare, not a filly as tiny as she. Resting her hind legs up onto the structure that was in front-which was quite dangerous and hazardous- to reach up onto the counter.

CRACK!

Mirror pieces scattered around the base as Silver stared at herself in the mirror's glass, or rather, a  what was supposed to be herself. The mare was a hot pink, or at least that's what Silver assumed. It was really hard to tell whether her coat used to be hot pink or was always such a dull shade. Her face couldn't be seen behind a large gas mask. Grey in color, something marred the sides with a dull brown hue. Surrounding the brown was a picture that was scratched out, covered by another. Maybe a cutie mark? Whether it was, she never cared to learn. After all, a checker board mark easily covered what was crossed out originally. Her mane probably could have been pretty, it had that sort of vibe. Although her mane was a pretty shade of pink, much darker than her coat, brown gunk that she didn't yearn to figure out coated the roots.It could have been rather pretty; prettier then even Miss Rarity's if it was washed and styled. On her head was cracked horn peaked through it, though, strangely placed. Silver couldn't put her hoof on it; the placement was off. She was sure. Her eyes fell last on the jacket that covered her coat. She was sure it was synthetic pony fur, but didn't understand what it could possibly be used for. Synthetic fur was something looked frowned upon, even if its synthetic. If you had one, pony or not, it wouldn't put you in the best of lights. Highly smuggled, it was sought for by other nations however. On her jacket, there were many marks this time, many she couldn't see clearly, but knew were there. Even with the oddities the mare possessed, she still was beautiful in an off sense. The situation hadn't dawned on Silver as she simply stared at the mare in the mirror, even when the glass blocked her path down. It was the combination of her off putting saturation and the dullness of the mare that spoke words to Silver Spoon.

"Malen'kaya poni, you woke."

Silver turned her head, looking for the source after leaving the reflection. Nope, no other logical source for the voice. She turned towards the mirror again, but the mare disappeared. In fact, her room and her bathroom disappeared from beneath her hooves. Her head grew dizzy as she felt something crunch beneath her.

'Grass?' She lifted her hoof to inspect. 'Its grass!'

"Of course, Scootaloo!" Silver Spoon's breath hitched. Sweetie Belle was around!

"Here, over here, malen'kaya poni." The voice was velvety, soft and cold.The owner of the voice pulled her closer with, she swore, was a smile. It was hard to tell, but she could just sense it from behind the mask. The owner was the mare from the mirror with the strange jacket. Her words were stuck inside her. They were too awed at the sight.

"Y-Yo-your from the mirror..!"  The mare merely laughed, waving her off with a black hoof. Silver's eyes followed the form intensely as she walked circles around her. She was black, in a sense despite all the pink she had. Her hooves were black; something that she only hoped was something more sanitary like paint. The tail had even more gunk on it, but limper than anything else the pony had. The marks were more noticeable, but the meaning never dawned on her. Still, she recognized the checkerboard again.

"Malen'kaya poni." She grinned from behind the mask, she could feel that. "Revnost' plagues you, no?" Silver had little experience with Russian, her vocab even smaller than her experiences, but she knew what those words meant. Somehow, she didn't know why.

"Of course not!" She bit back. A follower wasn't as able to speak back as the leader. She was always the follower, the shadows a much more comfortable place to be in than the sun.

'I wish you were here...' Diamond was a leader, if only Silver understood how she did it. Her ears perked again hearing Sweetie Belle's voice go off.

"No, not like that!" Sweetie Belle's voice echoed. Silver smiled at it. She sounded of bells, beautiful bells that rang harmonically.  "Try harder than that!"

"You love 'er do you not?" The mare rubbed her mane. Silver winced at the force and the gunk. "Revnost was placed upon you because of her, is it not?"

"No!" She shouted defiantly. "I'm not jealous of that chicken!" The mare chuckled at the sight and pointed a hoof towards the scene once more.

"Its not working, Bells!" Scootaloo's voice was an annoyance. Silver didn't see much of her. Sweetie and Scootaloo were in a field, Luna's very stars looking over them in protection. Silver Spoon pined for it-why stay in the bushes while Sweetie Belle was out there, happier than ever? Their backs were turned to Silver Spoon. They wouldn't see her. She saw them, however. Scootaloo stood up on her hind legs as she scratched behind her ear sheepishly. Acting politely but failing, she bowed slightly. "Will you go with me to the dance?" Sweetie Belle smiled. Silver Spoon's eyes couldn't take the scene. They created water works before it was over.

"Of course, I would love to." Those words were to be expected. Silver didn't need to hear them before she ran. Did she know she was running? The ache was evidence enough. She heaved and she breathed in heavily.

 

"Revnost was placed upon you hard, malen'kaya poni." Sliver whipped around at the source. She couldn't see where she was anymore, where anything was anymore. Darkness was surrounding her until a light appeared in front with a warm welcome.

"Why are you here?" She demanded, screaming. "Why are you here?!" The mare didn't answer, simply took out her arm.

"Malen'kaya pony," She began, her words becoming cold as before. "Let me help you end the Revnost." Silver pushed her hoof away. She looked at Silver quizzically as she tried moving away.

"I don't need your help."

"That's what all of them say." She ran a hoof through her silver mane again. Silver groaned. She hated that. "I'll help you, the Revnost will plague you no longer."

"Just shut up already!" She yelled. "Just shut up! I'm tired of seeing you! Can't you see that already?" The mare didn't respond much as she stood up and pulled her close to her. The horn not giving any sort of indication of being used.S

"Let go!"

"Shush, child." She cooed. "I'll fix everything. Just you watch. Revnost won't be around much longer. Just let it out. Don't worry at all." Silver couldn't help but shiver any longer. Her eyes welled in tears, but she didn't trust the mare. Still, she felt as secured oddly. She buried her head into the mare. She smelled rusty, it was a strange, intoxicating aroma. Her mother smelled the same way before she disappeared. The tears came to a stop and her breathing slowed until she fell asleep again with a genuine smile formed on her face. The mare just sat there, moving her hoof over Silver's mane as she smiled.

Edited November 2, 2013 by Scootadress