The head had been rather hard to get, but eventually it worked its way into his possession, along with something else.
A sword. A sword that he held is his hands.
“I’m going to do it, you know,” Vorix said to the head. “I’m going to finish your crusade. Kill your one failure.”
The head, for its part, was silent.
“You should thank me, you know. Even if you had actually accomplished this, you still would’ve withered away. You should be glad I’m doing this. You should’ve asked me to do this for you before.”
Vorix paused for a second, then continued. “You should’ve appreciated with me when you were alive, instead of focusing on that moron. So what if his healing factor was the best of all of them? I still cared for you. I still wanted to help you. I was still worthy of your approval.
“Instead, you cast me off like I was a failure, a disappointment. And yet I’m still loyal to you, while your “true heir” rebelled against you and spit in your face.”
Vorix stabbed the sword into the ground. “No more!” he yelled. “I will break him, and make him wish for death. Then I’ll take over this world, this universe, and continue your righteous crusade!” he yelled, and then took the sword out of the ground.
“Then will I have your approval, Father?”
Dorkpool: You know what’s funny?
Mirror: Do tell.
Dorkpool: The comments for this story on the Spinpasta Wiki.
Mirror: Do I want to know why?
Dorkpool: Well, considering all the stuff we’ve Riffed, I doubt your opinion of humanity can fall any lower, so I suppose. But most of the comments are praising this story, saying how great it is and such.
Mirror: And there went my faith in humanity.
Dorkpool: Same here. Anyway, let’s have flashbacks, and Riff this bitch!
"Really? I've lost count how many times you've bored me with your prater."
Dorkpool: Oh, snap. Shit’s on.
Rarity practically growled with hate but it started to fade as she realized her and Blueblood were the only ones in the building. She had expected to see a number of ponies taking refuge inside together from whatever was happening with the sky but there wasn't a soul here. Aside from Blueblood, herself, and a rag doll like figure of a pony being drug away from the edge of the balcony as Rarity looked up. She'd had enough.
Mirror: You and me both. When will this freaking story just end?
"Fine. Maybe you don't want to help me but that doesn't mean you can simply ignore everything I say and do as you like. If you haven't noticed we're not in Canterlot, you're not surrounded by servants and admirers and above all there appears to be no living pony in this entire town besides ourselves. So I believe it would benefit us both greatly if you removed your head from your posterior and explained to me what is going on!"
Dorkpool: And please, no flashbacks this time.
Rarity took a moment to catch her breath after her outlet. Blueblood was ready and prepared for her verbal assault as usual.
"This is what I have to deal with? A windbag of a pony who only stops cutting into herself like a chopped salad to bore me with her unrelenting problems? Such an attitude for a lady, if you can even call yourself that anymore." He snorted at the idea of entertaining this any further. "Did you think I wanted to be here?
Mirror: (Blueblood): I’m only here because my contract forced me to be!
I was just the first person you decided you'd find comfort in." Rarity stared wide eyed totally confused.
"Find... comfort... what! You! Oh no, I have no idea what you mean but if you want to stroke your ego by using me then you have another thing coming."
"Why else would I be here?
Dorkpool: Because the author likes you or something.
Although perhaps you really are a masochist to have picked me as your guide through your little trip down memory lane."
"You know what's going on?" Rarity's anger was gone now that it seemed Blueblood was in on what ever nightmare this all was.
"I know enough, and the fact I'm here tells me even more. Really Rarity did you think I could respect you?
Mirror: (Blueblood): The only one I respect is myself. Everyone else is beneath me.
A mare like you with the things you've done?"
"Oh don't you dare! I wont have you talk down to me like I'm worthless. You enjoyed our night together as much as myself. If I was really so awful you could have made me leave. But instead we went inside and... we'll I'm not even going to continue. You already know."
Dorkpool: Well, at least the writer didn’t describe them fucking, so that’s a plus.
"I'm not talking about your sick little games with yourself, or even the marks you've left on your body. There's more to a mare than how she looks." Rarity's jaw dropped hearing those words come out of Blueblood's mouth of all ponies. "If you'd left your new 'hobby' to yourself it wouldn't have mattered. But you didn't, instead others have had to suffer.
Mirror: Keep this in mind, writer of this story.
Instead of facing what you've done you continue to dive further into this new obsession of yours. Frankly my dear for a pony that claims to enjoy pain so much you have a very poor understanding of what it really is."
Dorkpool: Reading any of the “Sonic.exe” stories sober?
Rarity was left speechless as Blueblood deconstructed her for where he found his faults with her character. It was a bit too general to actually spotlight Rarity's actual problems but it hit close enough that she was left unable to reply. "But I don't intend to stand by all of this any longer. I don't think you'll need my help further so head back to your shack when you're done, and look me up if you manage to sort this all out. Few ponies could continue to look as fabulous as yourself with that many scars."
Mirror: (Blueblood): Like, girlfriend, those scars make you look so fabulous!
Blueblood turned and walked right out of the Library, leaving Rarity in the room alone with more questions than answers and no understanding of why he'd lead her here in the first place. Rarity looked at the stairs to climb to the balcony and considered this her chance to corner whoever had stolen Pinkamina. Is that why she'd come here? Was he helping her track her doll from the beginning?
Dorkpool: No, he was secretly implementing his master plan to take over the world! MWHAHAHAHAHA!
No, that didn't seem right or appropriate to his behavior. Rarity looked around the rest of the library and found what she expected. On the table to the far side of the room laid some bloodied bandages. She had an idea who they belonged to and what their purpose here was already. Approaching the table Rarity took a deep breath and extended her hoof, picking them up. The memories soon followed.
Mirror: Looks like your request was denied.
"Are you sure the doctors said you'll be alright Twilight? I'm worried of any lasting harm to that clever mind of yours."
Dorkpool: (Rarity): I told you that dropping an anvil on your head would cause lasting brain damage.
Rarity fussed over Twilight as she stood inside Rarity's showroom, bandages around her head where the sewing machine had collided with her. Rarity thanked every lucky star that it hadn't damaged her horn for fear of how losing something that precious to a unicorn would have crippled twilight. The purple mare rubbed her head a little but smiled weakly.
Mirror: (Twilight): I don’t remember who I am.
"No need to be worried, I think I still have all my marbles." She giggled a little and it brought a smile to Rarity's face. "I'm more concerned about the fact your home was broken into. You said you didn't get a good look at them?"
Mirror: Wait, so Rarity’s house was broken into?
Dorkpool: That’s what the story says.
Mirror: And Twilight somehow got hit with a sewing machine by one of the thieves?
Dorkpool: They didn’t say that outright, but I think it could be implied.
Mirror: So one could say that Twilight was hit by, she was struck by, a smooth criminal.
Rarity shifted her eyes so she wouldn't have to meet Twilight's gaze. She'd accepted Rarity's excuse without a bit of hesitation and it tore her up inside.
Dorkpool: It if makes you feel any better, the sewing machine to the head made her a bit more gullible.
At the time she'd just been worried of being revealed as to what she was really doing. But things had fit together almost too well with Sweetie Bell refraining from sharing the truth.
"No... no I didn't. All they took were some of the bits and gems I had in the store front and that was it." She'd had to frantically make it look like someone had broken in as well on that day. It was actually a very poor cover up and she was surprised Twilight didn't see right through her lie. It must have been because she trusted her so... poor Twilight.
Mirror: (Narrator): Soon Rarity would hit her with other blunt objects. MWHAHAHAHA!
"That's so weird. You wouldn't think they would rob your store over any other ponies that gets a lot more customers coming in and out. Maybe they thought you weren't home since you come out kind of rarely these days."
"Maybe..." She sighed wanting to talk about anything else other than the lie where she'd injured her friend. "I never did fully clean up after that mess either. I really should take care of the whole place." And relieve some stress in her bedroom when Twilight was gone.
Dorkpool: In a story about incestuous masochism, sewing machine related brain damage, and a random camera, we definitely need masturbation. Of course.
She needed a distraction and her restraints were calling to her. "Oh yes if Spike wanted to lend me a hand I had some left over gems in my stock that I could gladly give to him as payment." It was Twilight's turn now to look away at Rarity's suggestion.
"Actually Rarity I think that Spike wont be able to make it today."
Mirror: (Twilight): I had to kill the little bastard. He was asking too many questions.
"Oh, is the poor dear sick? Goodness I didn't even think dragons could fall ill. What with how sturdy even a little one like Spike is. Would any more hearty gems help him?" Twilight was still avoiding looking at Rarity and it was beginning to worry her. "Twilight... is everything alright?"
"Actually Rarity, Spike is just fine but I... I told him not to come over today with me. Or by himself."
Dorkpool: (Twilight): Or to ever leave the house. He’s my bitch.
Rarity stood still as if she were trying to comprehend what was going on. "I'm sorry, I really am but you see Spike is my assistant but I'm his guardian! I take care of him just as much as he takes care of me. And with how much he looks up to you I just don't want him to see... well..."
Mirror: (Twilight): That you fuck your sister. That’s just messed up.
"It's okay Twilight." Rarity forced a smile onto her face. "I fully understand. Spike is young and impressionable. He may not fully appreciate some of my more subtle changes." She was maintaining a perfect false smile but it didn't fool Twilight.
"Rarity please, it's not like that."
"No I completely understand. You have to consider his well being."
Dorkpool: (Rarity): And considering what I do, keeping him away from me is actually not a bad idea.
Rarity used her magic to wrap some of her loose gems into a small white bag and levitated it over to Twilight. "If it's okay can you still give him these?
Mirror: (Rarity): These cheap and worthless plastic pieces of crap.
I'd meant them as payment but I'd still like him to have them." Twilight looked as if she might cry seeing Rarity put on the strong front at this rejection. "Well I do have to clean this place so I'll let you get going. Please do take care of yourself, we'd miss you terribly if anything worse happened to you."
"I will Rarity. Thank you for the gift, Spike will love it. I'll see you later."
Dorkpool: (Twilight): By later, I mean never.
Twilight left the boutique and Rarity gently closed the door behind her, clenching her eyes shut as she fought back the urge to cry. She wasn't attached to Spike in any sort of romantic way
Mirror: That’s new.
but... he was her Spikey-Wikey. Even if he was a bit over bearing it was always nice to have someone around that cared for you so. To think that Twilight couldn't bear the thought of him seeing her for what she was...
Rarity went upstairs to her room and closed the door behind her. She didn't clean a thing that day.
"She was ashamed of me." Rarity rubbed the bandages between her hooves as she stared down at the table. "Twilight was ashamed of what I'd become. She still loved me as her friend but... she didn't want Spike to see me." Rarity let the bandages slip from her and onto the table again. "If she'd known the truth, would she still have been my friend? I don't know. I've hurt people I care about, I've done things I can't explain.
Dorkpool: (Rarity): I’m still not sure why I put fireworks in that coffin, but I have absolutely no regrets about doing so.
I don't even know if this is the real me anymore." Rarity looked up across the table to see the camera taking her confession.
"You must be terribly disappointed in mommy, aren't all you naughty ponies? She isn't giving you at all what you came here for. No sex, no blood. Just her tears. well you'll have to endure mommy like this for a while longer because she... she isn't sure what's going to happen next."
Mirror: (Camera): Ugh, damn it. Get to the good stuff already!
Rarity looked up at the balcony again and considered investigating but decided against it. Blueblood had said when she was finished to go back home and as he'd put it he was her 'chosen guide', whatever that meant though she had no idea. So turning away from the empty library Rarity walked outside and back home under the cover of the street lamps and the starless sky. It fit her emotions well. She felt drained of every beautiful spec inside her.
Dorkpool: That’s so deep.
She thought mommy was still pretty, she knew she was. But she was afraid she was losing her beauty from inside faster than her self inflicted wounds could ever take it.
Nothing strange happened on the walk over, no sightings of dolls or ponies or any sort of monster or beast. Just her and her thoughts.
Mirror: So just her.
Rarity wasn't sure what awaited her when she arrived home but she fully expected Blueblood waiting to verbally assault her for her past crimes. It would be fitting. As she approached the boutique Rarity opened her door and found it as she'd left it. Dimly lit by many, many candles and not a soul in sight. She was going to retire back to her bed when something caught her eye. "Oh no... no please."
Dorkpool: (Rarity): Not the Girl Scouts. Please, no more of your cookies! My wallet and waistline can’t take it anymore!
Opalescence's collar sat in her plush cat bed near the door way. Rarity quivered at the sight recognizing it as yet another item she was being drawn to. Slowly she approached the cat bed and swallowed the lump in her throat. She knew what it would do, and she feared it more than anything. But... but for her lost little baby she had to. Rarity used her magic to pick up the collar, and let it land on her hoof. She was sucked away in memory instantly.
Mirror: You know, it’s good thing we don’t take a shot every time there’s a flashback, or else we’d be drunk.
Dorkpool: Why is that bad?
Mirror: …I have no idea.
"This isn't coming out right at all!" A notably scar free and pristine Rarity stood before the dress dummy she'd been working on. The dress draped over the figure was just awful and tacky. She couldn't understand where she'd went wrong. "Maybe the tassels didn't fit this style of dress? Or was it using ruby's over emeralds that was wrong? I think I bunched it up in the back, I'll have to start all over. It's just... It's just all wrong!"
Dorkpool: I love how well this story describes itself.
Rarity kicked the dress dummy over in a fit and stormed away, Opalescence watching from the safety of a table near by where she'd settled on some fabric.
"Fine, if I can't work on the dress I'll just work on this hat! Oh but I still need to finish the bow, but I don't know what kind of bow I need until that dress is finished! Maybe I can get started on those custom socks. Those awful, ugly custom socks that silly school filly wanted! But she paid up front, I have to complete them!"
Mirror: (Rarity in Gollum voice): We wants to works on the socks. No, we hates the socks!
Rarity was walking from work station to work station as she tried to get a handle on what to do next. Distressed wasn't a strong enough word to describe her current state as she frantically moved about.
Dorkpool: (Narrator): “Batshit insane” works pretty well though.
Speaking louder and growing increasingly frustrated.
"It just wont end! There's so much to do, so much to finish. I can't think, I can't concentrate!" Rarity collapsed onto her couch and breathed heavily. Something was taxing her mind. She knew there was something wrong that put her in this state but she couldn't figure out what. It was driving her to exhaustion and even her work couldn't distract her. She rolled around on her couch to try and get comfortable and rested but it didn't help.
Mirror: (Rarity): Maybe I should try alcohol.
"Tea. Tea always helps. Tea calms Fluttershy so it should calm me. Tea should be all I need."
Dorkpool: The British mantra.
Rarity rolled onto her hooves and started for the kitchen before walking by those dreadful socks again. "Even if they're ugly I should finish them. It's what the client wants after all." Rarity felt a bit better focused having a direction and walked over to get some fabric to finish her project. She reached out with her hoof instead of her magic and let out a little shout when she felt the sharp sting hit her front leg. "Opalescence! Mommy's leg!"
Mirror: (Rarity): Stop humping Mommy’s leg right now!
She looked at the scratches on her flawless white coat and winced a bit. "Oh you got me good too. I hope it doesn't leave a scar." She put her mouth over the cuts and tried to sooth the pain. Still oddly it... didn't feel so bad.
Dorkpool: (Narrator): Until it got infected and her leg had to be amputated.
(No ending thoughts until the whole story is done)
Jeff had to get out of here. He had no wish to be part of the army of some nutcase in a skull helmet. But getting out of here was proving to be problematic. He couldn’t teleport anymore, and any exit he spotted was blocked by guards. He had no idea if the guards were as strong as the guy in the skull helmet, but he wasn’t taking any chances.
He needed a plan, and he think he has one now. After eavesdropping on conversations betwixt guards, he found out where the two Dorkpools and the catgirl were being held. He knew they had some base of some sort, and that they may be able to help him escape.
However, this plan still had a minor problem: breaking out the three. Their cells were guarded. This stumped Jeff for a bit, until he remember what the man said: that there were others like him. Perhaps he could use them to help him.
He just had to find them first.