12th Dress

[prissy_hooves]

[Mayfield, there is a sad pony hanging out on the front porch of 836 Hastings Boulevard. Like so many others, Rarity had the dream the previous night, and agreed to the bargain to save her friends and the home she'd always hoped to return to someday. It pains her that she had to learn about the damage her existence would cause to Ponyville from her dear younger sister Sweetie Belle of all ponies, but it turns out this would be for the best. So what's there for a slowly fading pony to do but to write out her last will and testament? Passersby will find Rarity sitting sadly on the porch, a long piece of paper unfurled in front of her and a quill pen levitating beside her as she begins to write. She's narrating it all out loud for dramatic effect, of course.]

I, Rarity, being of sound mind and body, do hereby render this document as my last will and testament, herein and hereby revoking and making void any and all wills heretofore made by me.

Item 1: As the state of my soul has previously been provided for by one human town by the name of Mayfield, I shall not require a remembrance service to be held in my honor, nor any manner of elaborate memorial to be constructed in my name.

Item 2: To my dear, sweet sister Sweetie Belle, I hereby bequeath the Carousel Boutique, my home and studio, to use in whatever fashion she sees fit.

Item 3: To my friend Twilight Sparkle, I leave my collection of finished dresses. As Princess Celestia's apprentice and frequent visitor to Canterlot, she is in most dire need.

Item 4: To my friend Fluttershy, I leave my lovable pet cat Opalescence, as I know she will take excellent care of her. I also leave to Fluttershy my entire stock of fabric and my sewing machine; may she use it to create the French couture fashions she has always desired.

Item 5: To my friend Pinkie Pie, I leave my collection of porcelain dishes, napkins, silverware, and tablecloths. I am certain they will serve her well at future parties.

Item 6: To my friend Applejack, I leave my makeup. May she some day discover its use.

Item 7: To my friend Rainbow Dash, I leave my tea set, in the hopes that it will inject a bit of culture and sophistication into her daily life.

Item 8: To Spike - my biggest fan - I leave...

[Rarity pauses here for a moment to swallow a lump in her throat. A small whimper escapes her mouth before she continues on.]

...my entire collection of rare gemstones. I trust he will find them [uncomfortable squeak] delicious.

Item 9: And finally, to Princess Celestia, I leave the Element of Generosity, as I have proven myself unworthy to wield it.

The undersigned has declared the content of this document to be fully accurate and legally binding for all purposes relating to the death thereof.

[And finally, repeating her own name as she does so, Rarity signs her name at the bottom of the form in swirly script letters.]

Well... I suppose now there's only one thing left to do.

[Rarity's horn glows briefly as she flops dramatically forward. Out of nowhere (or rather, from somewhere conveniently 'off-camera'), a pony-sized chaise lounge slides in to catch her. She lands on it and drapes a hoof across her face as the tears flow down from her eyes.]

And now, a fond farewell!! Farewell to you, friends! Farewell to you, family! May you live long and fruitful lives in my place! I only hope that my sacrifice has in some small way ensured your happiness.

[And now she's just going to wallow in her misery and roll around and cry like the dramatic little thing she is.]

Comments

[hungry-monster.livejournal.com]

[Oh, the fake pony is throwing a fit. How amusing. Looking over at the will.]

I'm afraid this isn't going to hold up.

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're right... how could I possibly have forgotten?

[She floats the quill over in front of Johan.]

Would you mind signing as a witness?

[hungry-monster.livejournal.com]

I would. Unfortunately that's not what I meant.

You have to be the person who owns the items to leave them to someone. They're quite firm about that little detail.

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

But I do own all of those things. The town hadn't returned most of them to me thus far, but I can only assume they're still secure back in Ponyville.

[godlyreigns]

[She stops for a second to suppress her surprise at TALKING PONY, but quickly dismisses it, as weirder things have happened here.]

Do you really believe that you've died?

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

Well, not yet, apparently. I assume fading from existence is simply a slower process than I'd originally assumed. But I remember the whole thing quite clearly. It was all very vivid.

[godlyreigns]

[She frowns a bit.]

I remember it too. But don't you think, if we happen to be alive right now despite promising our nonexistence, that it was a fake?

[wingsaflutter.livejournal.com]

W-Where are you going? [Not that she would mind the cat terribly...]

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

...Fluttershy!

[Rarity hadn't expected to see any of her friends around, especially after that vision of how she ruined all of their lives back home.]

...It is you, isn't it?

[She can't put her hoof on it, but something seems a little... off.]

[wingsaflutter.livejournal.com]

It's me. I haven't changed... [Because everyone else has been telling her she had]

You know I would take care of Opalescence anyway, so please don't leave.

[decamorph.livejournal.com]

That is quite a list, lady!

I guess you are also one of the so called fakes. What a joke we have gotten ourselves into.

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[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

There's that word again! Why does everypony keep calling me that?

[decamorph.livejournal.com]

I hate to be the one that tells you this, but apparently we forfeited our lives last night.

It sounds pretty strange, don't you think, horsie?

[wantasammich.livejournal.com]

We're not dead, you know. Only non-existent. Supposedly, anyway. I feel plenty exist-y, myself.

[y e p hawke erased herself too]

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'd expected not existing to be... well, different at all, to be completely honest. I feel exactly the same as always.

[wantasammich.livejournal.com]

Right, it's everyone else who's changed, from the looks of things. So I'm fairly certain a will isn't necessary just yet, Rarity.

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

You could at least allow her some semblance of dignity. This is a disgrace.

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Grimsley.

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

Spare me. As if a pony of her poise would ever conduct herself in such a desperate, attention-seeking fashion.

Must I find the pod again?

am i a bad person if this post cracked me up

[partysense.livejournal.com]

What's that? Whaddya want? You said my name!

Nah, I was laughing the whole time while writing it

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

Oh, Pinkie... I was just deciding what to leave you in my will for when I finish disappearing. You will take good care of my fine china, won't you?

it's beautiful :'D

[partysense.livejournal.com]

Oh... Rarity? Rarity, Schmarity! You're just a fakeity-fake-fake Mayfield fakey-fake!

[nyanpire]

[The morning news had not been good, not at all. Lady Rarity was gone? One of the gone-people? Er, ponies? He couldn't believe it. He had to go see it for himself.

So there comes Nyanpire up the front walkway, eyes wide.]

You sorta look like Lady Rarity...

[But she WASN'T because Lady Rarity was PERFECT and PRETTY and didn't make all the fur on his neck stand on end.]

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

I know it's difficult to believe, Nyanpire, please trust me when I say it's really me.

[nyanpire]

Nyu-uh. [He doesn't believe it at all. And he wants to back away. But she's asking him to try to believe...

So he pads the rest of the way over to her, and sniffs at her. Then pokes her with a paw.]

Nyope. Not really Lady Rarity...