Getting hugged by a bunch of people like him was rather unexpected.
“Get off of me!” he yelled at the many people (all of whom were female, oddly enough) who were hugging him. A lot of them did, and he shoved off the remaining few who didn’t.
Strangely, he didn’t recognize a lot of those who hugged him. Yet all of them seemed to know him.
He decided to get away from the crowd, and try finding someone he knew.
It took a him a bit, but he did find someone he sort of knew. What was her name? Mia? Maya? Myra? Yeah, Myra, that was her name. He’d seen her on the few occasions he went to that Killer Klub. She was comforting some girl with copper colored skin.
“Shhh…it’s ok, White,” Myra was saying.
Betwixt sobs, the one called White (which Jeff found weird. Why not call her Copper?) said, “B-but if that was the real Jeff, then w-who was I with? What’s real anymore?”
Jeff decided to talk to Myra right then. “Hey…Myra, right?” he asked.
Myra looked at him. “Yeah. Long time no see.” She said.
“Yeah. Why exactly did an army of girls just hug me?”
Myra shrugged. “You’re pretty popular around here.”
“Well, is there any way to get them to not hug me and instead listen to me?”
Before Myra could answer, White looked up at Jeff. “Are…are you really Jeff?” she asked, skeptically.
“Yes,” Jeff answered.
White tackled him in a hug, which knocked him to the floor.
Ugh, he thought. Fangirls.
Dorkpool: I think we’re almost done with this story.
Mirror: Oh, that’s great. I was worried that this story didn’t even have an ending, and just went on forever.
Dorkpool: Thankfully, you’re wrong. So, let’s suck on wounds and Riff this bitch!
Rarity sucked at her cut but found something oddly relieving about it.
Dorkpool: Well, 9 out of 10 doctors say that it’s good for stress relief.
Mirror: What does the other doctor say?
Dorkpool: “Stop sucking on my wounds, you weirdos.”
The pain, it helped her focus. As she nursed her wound she felt oddly clear of mind and even a little happy. Something about it was taking away her anxiety but not enough. She wanted more relief. Reaching out with her hoof again Opal hissed at her but didn't attack, instead moving aside off the fabric Rarity was after. Still Rarity wasn't deterred. She approached Opal again and this time nudged her with her hoof.
Mirror: (Opal): Ugh, for the last time, I don’t have your damn money. Now leave me alone!
Opal responded by turning around to give her a quick claw and a bit before jumping off the table entirely. Rarity winced at the feeling but... she felt good! So good. She wanted more.
"Opalescence. Come over here now. Mommy needs your help."
Dorkpool: (Opal): Help yourself, you weirdo.
Rarity tried to follow after her but Opal wasn't having any of it. She just kept walking away and ignoring her owner. Determined Rarity used her magic to pick Opal up and levitate her back to her owner. "Oh, are you upset with mommy? Well then she should get a scratching, shouldn't she?"
Mirror: (Rarity): And after you scratch your mommy, you should tie her up and spank her.
Rarity held up her front leg but Opal just looked uninterested, waiting to get let down. Rarity was persistent though. "Come on now, give mommy a little scratch. I know you're in a bad mood and just want to let it all out on her." Opal continued to just stare annoyed at Rarity frustrating her further. It took some debating but she decided on a course of action. Her horn lit up with more magic as a little shock of pain was sent into the cat, causing her to claw out instinctively.
Dorkpool: How To Be An Asshole To Cats: The Guide By Rarity.
Rarity relished the feeling.
"Oooh! Good Opal. Mommy is feeling much better. Don't stop now." Another small shot of pain into her cat, another scratch against Rarity's skin. It was feeling wonderful and Rarity was growing intoxicated with the pain. She got closer as she shocked her cat more and more, scratches being delivered not only to her front legs but her face as well. "Mommy is feeling wonderful Opal! You're such a good girl! Again!" When there was no more scratches or hissing delivered Rarity shot another spark of magic into the cat. "Opal, don't be afraid! You're helping mommy. Now scratch again!" Another shock of magic against her cat, no response. Rarity had kept her eyes closed when Opal began scratching her face but now she dared to open them when there was no response. "Opal?"
Mirror: (Opal): Maybe if I don’t do anything, she’ll leave me alone.
Her cat hanged still and unmoving. Her head dropped downward with no sign of life or resistance. The motivation Rarity had given her pet had been too much for the small animal to endure and Rarity's pleasure had cost Opal her life. Rarity stared at her pet for some time as if she couldn't accept or understand what had happened. Almost without her own knowledge her magic flung the animal against the wall. It hit with a dull thud and landed in a heap against the ground.
Dorkpool: Jesus Christ, will you leave the cat alone? Sheesh, someone should call PETA or something.
Rarity stared off into space for who knew how long before the sting of her cuts began to seep in and brought her back to reality. "Oh... oh dear Opal. Look what you did. How could you attack Mommy like that?" Rarity walked over to the heap that was once her cat and knelt down next to it. "Now look at what I did. I hurt you by accident. My poor baby."
Rarity's legs had given out and she was collapsed on the floor, the tears streaming from her face. "I killed her." She said sadly, staring off into nothing. "I killed her... I killed Opal... I killed her deliberately and I forgot."
Mirror: (Cop): Did you kill this cat?
Dorkpool: (Rarity): Did I? Oh, yeah, I did! Sorry, I kind of forgot.
Mirror: (Cop): You killed an innocent creature…and you forgot?
Dorkpool: (Rarity): Yep! Teehee!
Rarity was struggling with the knowledge. "I thought it was an accident. I thought... thought that it had happened in an instant. I tortured my baby!" She covered her eyes with her hooves and curled up into a ball as best she could. The pain was unbearable. She was a monster that had murdered for simple pleasure. How many others had she hurt?
Dorkpool: Well, with just this story, there’s me, Mirror Me, Mirai Ender…
"Was this the point? To show me what I'd done to hurt everyone around me? Why! Why is everything like this! What happened to me!" Rarity cried out to the empty room but there was no response. Leaning upward she looked forward and as she predicted the camera was there. But it wasn't focused on her. Instead it was turned away to the right and she saw it was instead focused on a piece of furniture that she'd never remembered owning.
Mirror: (Rarity): Why is there an ottoman in my room?
"What is... that?" A crib, the kind that would be used to hold a foal. It sat there in the room silent and unmoving with the camera lens trained on it specifically. Rarity had no idea where it had come from but somehow she knew it held answers. And that terrified her.
"I can't do this anymore. I can't do it! Please whoever this is stop it!"
Dorkpool: It’s weird how this story describes what people think while reading it.
She wailed at the ceiling and was shocked when she received a response.
"You'd almost made it, Rarity." Just past the crib was one of her changing screens, the kind her customers could be behind when they wanted some privacy while dressing. From behind it walked a filly she was more than familiar with.
"Sweetie Bell?" Rarity looked on in shock, further impacted by the sight of what she was dragging behind her. "Pinkamina! Sweetie Bell, it was you from the beginning?"
Mirror: (Sweetie Bell): Yes, it is! And I would’ve gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for you meddling ponies!
Rarity took to her feet now seeing her sister, but made it a point not to look at the crib.
"It had to be somepony you'd listen to more than your guide. I was the only one." She dropped the Pinkamina doll in the center of the room and approached her sister. Rarity clasped her front legs around her little sister once she was in range.
"Sweetie Bell! Oh I missed you! I missed you so much!"
Dorkpool: (Sweetie Bell): I didn’t! While I was gone, I called CPS on your ass.
"I missed you too Sis. But this isn't over. The end is over there." She motioned to the crib that the camera continued to focus on and Rarity shook her head. "I can't... I can't I can't I can't! Don't make me!" Rarity pleaded somewhat foolish in behavior but she didn't care. "I know it's something terrible. I can't do it! Please Sweetie... Please save your sister."
Mirror: (Sweetie Bell): No.
Rarity looked into Sweetie Bell's eyes which had a strength she'd never seen in the young filly before. Sweetie looked between the crib and her sister a few times before hugging her back.
"Alright Sis. You win, we wont look at it just now. But you can't ignore the truth forever." Rarity nodded and embraced Sweetie desperately, tears falling anew with the relief that the torture would cease for now. "We can't stay here though. Come upstairs okay?" Her sister's voice was like sweet music and she complied, following Sweetie up to her bedroom by stairs that were suddenly in her showroom. She didn't question it though, finally she could rest. This insanity could end.
Dorkpool: The story’s over?
"Mommy?" Rarity stopped cold in her step, her body tensing at the voice that called to her. "Mommy, don't leave me." The voice called out to her and Rarity felt an odd mix of fear and longing. She slowly turned her head... and Pinkamina turned hers from the middle of the room to look at Rarity. "Mommy!"
Rarity started to turn but Sweetie Bell grabbed her hoof.
"Don't! Don't go down there!"
"But Sweetie... she's calling for me." The doll sat up on its own and looked to Rarity with its lifeless eyes.
"Mommy, why are you going away?" The doll held its front legs out for Rarity and Sweetie Bell pulled at Rarity to come upstairs.
Dorkpool: (Rarity): Because you’re a disappointment.
"You have to leave her. Do you understand Sis? You can't keep her anymore." Rarity watched down the stairs as she took another step up with Sweetie Bell. As she did a hole seemed to open up in the center of the room, Pinkamina was falling down it.
"Mommy! Help me!" The doll cried out and Rarity pulled at Sweetie's grip to save her.
"She needs me!" Rarity protested and broke free of Sweetie Bell's grip. Her sister watched helplessly.
"Rarity listen to me! If you go down there she'll take you with her. There's nothing you can do for her. Please save yourself, for all of us that love you!" Rarity stopped torn between her love for her sister and her maternal desire to save Pinkamina... to save what was left of her Opal. She had Opal's heart after all.
Mirror: And yet she has no wish to kill you. Go figure.
"Mommy!" The doll sunk further into the hole and everything else in the room began to pull in with it. All the furniture and candles were being drawn towards the hole in her floor like a giant drain. "Mommy I can't hold on!" Somehow Pinkamina was managing to keep herself from going down as fast as everything else. Rarity stood in a panic as to what to decide. She looked back at her sister and whispered.
"I'm sorry." Then took to running down the stairs.
Dorkpool: (Sweetie Bell): Aaaaand she’s dead. Oh well. That’s what she gets for being a moron.
"Rarity no!" It was too late though, she was already on the show room floor and to Pinkamina's side. She gripped at Pinkamina's front legs with her own and started to tug upward. The force pulling her down was tremendous.
Mirror: (Obi Wan): Pinkamina…use the Force.
"Pinkamina, just hold onto Mommy! You have to come with her and Sweetie Bell!" The doll snaked its limbs around Rarity's front legs in an unnatural way and it felt as if she was trying to pull her in as well but Rarity didn't stop fighting. Using her magic now she pulled back even harder to save her precious baby. "Don't let go!"
Dorkpool: (singing): Don’t let it go! Don’t let it go!
"I wont mommy." She responded in that unearthly child like voice and the furniture was beginning to sink into the hole. It was a miracle Rarity hadn't been pulled in already but she refused to stop fighting. She pulled and pulled with all her might.
"I wont leave you, or Sweetie Bell, or any of my friends! So you can just keep sucking me down as hard as you like because you'll never win!"
Mirror: (Rarity): In fact, you’ll probably just turn me on!
Rarity shouted out and the hole groaned out at her in a haunting way. With a final triumphant pull Rarity pulled Pinkamina from the hole's maw and fell onto her back hugging her precious doll. "Hurry now, we have to run or...!"
Dorkpool: (Rarity): Dance!
(You’ll be getting ending thoughts next time)
After extricating himself from White, Jeff got the attention of everyone in the room.
“Listen, all of you,” he said. “I know you all want to get out of here. And I think I know how we can. However, I have a bit of a problem that I think you all can help me with.”
“No, they can’t,” someone else said. Jeff recognized that voice, and soon saw who it belonged to. The man in the skull helmet.
“You’re beyond help now,” he said.