The two of them were just simply walking and talking. This was pretty rare; usually, Jeff was confined to his cell (much to his chagrin). Naturally, he planned to take advantage of this lovely opportunity.
“When they are broken and beg for death.” The man answered.
Jeff was about to wrap his hands around the man’s neck, and say, “Like you will!” However, the man in the helmet instead grabbed Jeff by the neck, and asked, “When were you planning to kill me?”
Jeff knew that the man had bested him earlier. He had credited that to a lack of readiness of his part, and resolved to fix that this time around. When he was planning, he did allow for the possibility of failure. However, he didn’t expect this to happen.
“Yes, I know that you were planning to kill me. I know how you, and the others like you, think.” The man told him.
He noticed surprise and confusion in Jeff’s eyes. “You didn’t know about the others? All of those who were like you, with similar histories and powers? You didn’t know about them?”
Jeff would’ve answered, but the iron grip crushing his windpipe made that kind of problematic. The man noticed, and loosened his grip a tad.
“I’ve heard of them,” Jeff said betwixt gasps for breath.
“And how did you think they came to be? Coincidence?”
Jeff didn’t answer. The man continued. “They were all made to be like you. They were given what some in the Project labeled the “Jeff Formula” – named after you, of course. They were given similar powers, and implanted with similar fake memories to drive them insane. You’re just an army to us. A berserker army. And a very large and disposable one at that. That is the only reason you and your ilk exist. And if you try to kill me, that will change very soon.”
The man let go of Jeff, causing him to fall to the floor. Nonchalantly, the man walked away, leaving behind a rather disheartened Jeff.
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Dorkpool: When will this damn story end?
Mirror: Who knows?
Dorkpool: I don’t know, but I want whoever knows to let me know. This is the third day we’ve been doing this. I hate it so much.
Mirror: It’s torture. That’s kind of the point.
Dorkpool: Good point. Anyway, let’s just act shy and Riff this bitch.
START RIFF
"Are they watching you now?"
Dorkpool: (Rarity): No, they’re watching reality tv.
Rarity looked up but he didn't turn to her. So she began to search the street, unable to find the demon camera that had someone always found its way around her before.
Mirror: Um…what?
Her search hadn't been in vain however as she came to find the shape of another pony besides herself or Blueblood. In the window of the building directly across from Rarity was Pinkamina. The doll was standing, looking out the window directly at Rarity and Blueblood. It didn't move, it didn't speak,
Dorkpool: (Narrator): …since it’s a doll, and dolls don’t do that.
it just kept standing like somepony had propped it against the window. Rarity stared back unmoving before Blueblood broke the silence. "If you're going to hold us up, you might as well hurry and go in there like you have already." Rarity looked to Blueblood then back at the window, which was now vacant. She let out a sigh and proceeded inside, the door of course unlocked and allowing her in easily.
Rarity looked about the well lit room and saw that it was a place she was very familiar with.
Mirror: (Rarity): It’s another fetish shop! Oh boy!
"I really wish I was here under different circumstances." The spa was like a second home to Rarity and she generally loved every minute inside. But being trapped in this strange, silent Ponyville had taken her favorite location for relaxation and turned it into a place of dread. Rarity walked over to the window where Pinkamina had been, glancing about for clues. She was surprised to find there actually was something to go off of this time; hoof prints in the carpet. She looked down to try and make out the size but it was difficult.
Dorkpool: (Narrator): Blueblood kept saying it was 12 inches.
She could however see the indentation against the carpet and was able to follow the trail. Proceeding slowly while looking down Rarity tracked her prey as far as the tubs where she often soaked herself for comfort alongside her kind-hearted friend Fluttershy. What she wouldn't give to have a day like that back right now.
There were two robes strewn about on the steps leading up into the tub.
Mirror: Wait, they wear robes? How? They’re ponies. How do they put them on?
Dorkpool: That’s the thing you wonder about in the story about the incestuous masochistic ponies?
Mirror: It bothers me.
Glancing around the room Rarity eventually approached the robes when she was sure no pony else was around to see her. Once her hoof touched the soft fabric she felt herself being pulled away into another memory. She stopped fighting it and just let it come to her.
Dorkpool: (singing): LET’S DO THE TIME WARP AGAAAAAAAIN!
"That was something else."
Mirror: Oliver Queen?
Fluttershy commented as the duo left the spa, a common sight although much rarer now that Rarity was holding up in her home with her new hobbies. Fluttershy had naturally taken some alarm to Rarity's outward appearance but Rarity had managed to calm her caring friend by assuring her she was just fine. The scars were simply physical and didn't harm her in any way that would cause her problems.
Dorkpool: (Narrator): She was flattered when people thought she was a Jeff the Killer wannabe.
"An understatement I think. I regret we never accepted sooner, they took as much care with us at the end as they did with every other step." Fluttershy was blushing furiously and it was very cute on her innocent face. After accepting the "Happy Ending Special" for the first time both mares were glowing from their tension relief. Rarity wasn't surprised though that so much time had been placed into making them feel good. They were good customers and naturally beautiful mares to top it off.
Mirror: What a great lesson for the kids: good things come to those who are attractive.
"Perhaps we should make it a regular part of our routine?"
"Oh no! I don't think... I mean it was nice... but I just don't believe..." Fluttershy was stammering in embarrassment and Rarity slid up next to her with a friendly nuzzle.
"There's no shame in a little bit of fun now and then Fluttershy dear. After all we deserve it I'd say. With how much money we've given them over the years."
Dorkpool: (Rarity): You know, to keep them quiet.
"Well um... it's your money mostly Rarity." Fluttershy admitted with a twinge of guilt.
"Pish posh, going to the spa wouldn't feel right without my best friend to keep me company. And with how ravishing you look I'd be a terrible friend not to take care of you." Fluttershy smiled at the compliment and looked away. She was always so bashful when receiving praise for her appearance.
"Oh I'm not that special, really."
"Don't be so modest now, you've got larger flanks than any other pony in town with such a nice figure."
Mirror: (Fluttershy): Are you calling me fat?
Fluttershy blinked and looked at herself, then at Rarity. The unicorn grinning mischievously at her pegasus friend as she looked as well. "No shame in being proud of your beauty."
"Well speaking of physical appearance I couldn't help but notice your new... addition." Fluttershy looked down at the branded heart marks upon Rarity's chest. Each new scar, cut or welt that appeared on Rarity's form was new cause for alarm for poor Fluttershy. She supposed it was natural as the mare was a gifted care-giver and had some medical background with her father being a doctor as far as Rarity understood.
Dorkpool: Apparently her father is David Tennant.
Still she seemed to generally use those talents on her animals as opposed to other ponies. "Rarity, can't I please look you over? I know you don't want me to but I'm worried."
"I keep telling you darling it's just fine. I've never felt better and any little mark that should come upon me is easily fixed with a bit of magic." Her horn glowed as if to illustrate
Mirror: Illustrate what? That she’s horny?
Dorkpool: Wait, did you just make a pun?
Mirror: I think so. I’m so ashamed of myself.
but that didn't deter Fluttershy
"But healing with magic isn't good for you! Forcing your body to recover through magic as opposed to normal healing can lead to long term damage. If you keep it up I'm scared what will happen." Fluttershy's eyes were wide and pleading and it was the kind of look that could break a heart. For being so sweet she knew how to manipulate with her gaze effectively.
Dorkpool: Underneath all that cuteness lies a manipulative little pony who use people like tools. Be very afraid.
"I know darling and it's fine, after all you'd have seen results if such a thing were a problem right?"
"Maybe if I got a look at you..." Fluttershy complained meekly but Rarity stuck by her excuse. She didn't want Fluttershy to be bothered further and if she ever got a look at Rarity's room right now or her body she may have figured out just how often Rarity was pleasing herself through her hobby as she called it.
Mirror: (Narrator): She also called it Gregory.
"Or if I got to see you more often. I miss you Rarity... I miss Opal too." Those words shot right through Rarity's heart and it was impossible for her to ignore them. Her precious Opal, her pet cat. Fluttershy loved her as much as she loved any of her own animals and the news of her death hadn't been any easier for her to take as it had for Rarity. Although she didn't react in such extreme ways to it.
Dorkpool: (Narrator): She just sacrificed Pinkie Pie to Cthulu to try and get back the cat.
"I know it may be too soon but... if you'd ever like to give another kitten a home..."
"No." Rarity responded a bit too quickly but she regained her composure. "No I'm... I'm not ready yet." Fluttershy nodded and the two friends nuzzled each other. "Thank you though, Fluttershy."
"Always for you, Rarity."
"I remember that day."
Mirror: (Rarity): It’s the day that caused me to start drinking.
Rarity said quietly as she dabbed some tears from her eyes with the bath robe. "I went home afterwards and spent a lot of time with Pinkamina. I tried to erase the feelings of loss with the pleasure she provided to her mommy. It worked... at the time." She sighed looked at the cloth in her hooves and tried to go on. "But every so often a memory like that would creep back, and I'd use a knife to cut it away, until there were no memories and I was just in ecstasy.
Dorkpool: I think you mean “horrible pain.” It’s easy to confuse the two.
Then I'd heal myself with my magic. Fluttershy would have been furious with me." She hugged onto the robe as she recited the past events to her audience. It didn't surprise her when she looked up to see the camera looking at her.
"I don't... I don't regret the pleasure. I wont regret it, it's mine to enjoy. If this is what lets me feel good and feel whole then I'll allow myself to have it. There's no harm in enjoying yourself."
Mirror: What about your sister?
Dorkpool: (Rarity): There’s no harm in enjoying your sister either.
She sounded like she was trying to convince herself everything was okay, but she stood by her statements. "I don't regret what I've done to myself. I just hope Fluttershy and everyone else will understand that. This is who I am now."
Dorkpool: (Rarity): A masochist who enjoys doing the do with my sister.
Rarity dropped the robe and walked outside, having figured out how this works by now. The last two buildings had worked the same way so why wouldn't this one?
Blueblood hadn't left his spot in the street from when she walked into the building. Rarity took a moment to look back at the window that Pinkamina had been in but of course nothing was there. She should have felt disappointed but she was starting to get angry. It was like somepony was playing games with her and these were not the kind of games she enjoyed.
Mirror: (Narrator): The ones she enjoyed involved more whips and chains.
"Lets get going." She said to Blueblood and let him lead the way. All desire for conversation gone.
Rarity had gone from fear and contemplation in this place of uncertainty to high alert.
Dorkpool: Put the pony on red alert, Number One.
She didn't know where everypony was, she didn't know why Blueblood was here or what had happened to the sky. But she did know something was happening around her that was linked to her directly. Somepony was playing games with her heart but who could do such a thing at such an intense level?
Mirror: The writer?
Twilight was talented enough in magic but this much subterfuge wasn't her general style. Princess Luna or Princess Celestia certainly had the power but they seemed much too benevolent and important to waste time playing games with a single distraught unicorn. Even if one was the Element of Generosity. The only other thing she knew with that level of power was...
Dorkpool: (Narrator): …the advertising executives.
"Blueblood, did Discord escape?" She walked beside him with panic in her mind. "Is that what happened to the town? I've been seeing things since you woke me. Magic might explain it, and the only one strong enough..."
Mirror: (Rarity): ..is Hermione.
"We're here." Blueblood announced and Rarity looked forward to where he was facing. As expected before her was the Library where Twilight made her home. Unlike the previous buildings Blueblood moved ahead of her and walked inside first. Rarity followed along with her anger starting to funnel in on the rude stallion.
"That's the second time you've interrupted me!"
Dorkpool: And we’re all so thankful.
END RIFF
(No ending thoughts until the end of the full story.)