The tree had a door on the trunk. Strange, but things change over time, maybe that was normal now? The sweet music and song spewed majestically from it, and it was good. Sweetie brought her hooved up to the plain wooden door in the wooden tree, she hummed to the song as she traced her hoof along the lines of the knots and nails. In all respects, it was just a simple door built into the trunk of a tree. Strange, but lovely.

With her mind clear, relaxed and eased, Sweetie pushed the door open. It didn't squeak. Immediately, she was blasted with the scent of bloodied flowers… Were those lavender? Maybe? Lavender would be nice right now, Sweetie hadn't had it in many years, the taste of it is something out of this world.

Right before her was a vase of lavender. Well, she got her wish. Sweetie walked up to the glass vase that she was so sure wasn't there before and sniffed at the nice flowers. They smelled just as she remembered, all velvety and sweet, with a clean smell behind it all. She gave a flower a small lick and shivered at the delicious taste. Slowly, she bit down on one and the flavor exploded in her mouth. The next thing she noticed, all the buds on the stick where gone down her esophagus.

Seeing as there was no more of the treat left, Sweetie continued into the tree. What about the vase? She didn't look at it! Turning around, she wanted to see what the vase looked like, but the plant and its ornament were gone. What the buck? No other pony was around. Sweetie looked around but saw no pony.

A sweet, sugary smell of chocolate followed when Sweetie stepped further into the tree. Into the tree? Sounds like Pinkie Pie. There, right in front of her, on a small shelf of small foalish books, was a box of chocolates.

Complete and utter fascination of the heart- shaped box made Sweetie feel like a detective in a mystery novel. Her mouth began to water as she found the smell to be coming from this box. This little heart-shaped box. A pink ribbon was wrapped around it and tied with a well tied bow that reminded Sweetie of birthday presents from Rarity. Did this come from her? Hopefully! It certainly didn't come from the bum Lyra, wherever she was.

Sweetie removed the ribbon and jumped back as a spider crawled off the box and disappeared somewhere on the floor. Taking a few deep breaths, Sweetie investigated the box. A simple glance and she was, once again, holding back pathetic tears of the still. In big, bright, embroidered letters on the lid of the box read, I LOVE YOU. She could cry, oh Celestia, she wanted to cry.

First the blanket, now this box, where was Rarity? Where she wasn't when she gave her up to a school… Suck on it like a lollipop… Away from that, don't come back, it was the weak times before she could take care of herself.

Sweetie disregarded the memory and walked closer to the box. Her magic lifted the lid, and she saw little pieces of candy in the plastic sheet. Some were missing, but she noticed they were all the flavors that she didn't like. Only Rarity could know such information.

Lifting one to inspect it, she saw it was a lumpy one, probably full of nuts… and protein. What a dumb thought! She sat the chocolate back it its holder, the thin plastic crinkled a bit. What a thought… what a jerk off!

Sweetie inspected the rest of the room. It had brightly painted walls of light pink with lined moving in on themselves to create heart-shaped designs. Little hearts here and there too. Sweetie looked up to see the ceiling swirling around and around in patterns of white and tan. A single ceiling light hung above spired with two shades of blue. Sweetie knew this room's design better than anypony else… it was her room at Carousel Boutique. How did it get here? The bed was in the same place, the window was in the same place… even the bed blood stains were still there that she never told Rarity about. How did it just get up and move?

Everything was perfect. Was it like this before she had left for Canterlot? She couldn't remember, it was too long ago. Though, no matter how perfect it looked, it didn't have that homely feel to it at all. It smelled like blood. But there was no blood stains anywhere that were fresh and could make such a strong scent.

"Sweetie Belle." An accented voice called to her from the other side of the room. Was that Her? Sweetie reached into her saddlebag and gently rubbed her hoof against the soft cotton of the quilt there. It was still just as breathtaking as before, as it left a tingling sensation that shot through her hoof and up her arm. Her body shook, and bile gurgled like butterflies in her stomach.

"Rarity?" Sweetie asked. She couldn't even believe who she was seeing right before her bugged out eyes. Everything about her was Rarity. Rarity, Rarity, quite contrarity… Sweetie knew that wasn't how it was supposed to go, but hey, it worked as a rhyme.

The purple mane, or corfure, the perfect white coat that shined the light blindly in directions, the trimmed hooves able to slice a paper in half, and her humongous eyelashes. She was just as Sweetie Belle remembered her; after all these years.

Rarity took a step forward, but it looked too threatening-like to be a loving step full of hope after untolled number of years have been spent away from the other. No, it was a fighting stomp. "Sweetie Belle, get the buck over here." Sweetie looked back up at Rarity's face and saw blood drooling out of a large gash in her forehead and a smaller one on the cheek. "You don't buck me in the face!"

The Not-Rarity came closer, taking a few steps towards Sweetie, who backed away up against the bookshelf, knocking the box of chocolates onto the floor, forcing the lid to pop open, spilling the chocolates all over.

"Don't run away!" Not-Rarity ordered her like a mother would to a foal. A chocolate rolled from the box across the floor in front of Sweetie to where Not-Rarity stepped… and her hoof went through it like it was light itself. It didn't smash, it was still there as if it was untouched. What the buck!?

That pushed her over the edge, Sweetie could feel it do so. The grumbling of her stomach, a bit of sweat trickling and tickling her brow, the release of gas. Everything just had to bucking fuck with her. Sweetie lurched as she threw-up all over the floor. It was mostly watered down as really nothing was in her stomach. Little blood red splotches and dots coated in the juices.

"Sweetie? Sweetie?" She looked up to see Not-Rarity had stopped in her advance and was staring down on her with fear. "Silvia? Are you alright? Talk to mommy, she's here for you!" Not-Rarity dashed over to Sweetie, diving into the muck of the bile and the smell like her didn't even care, and embraced Sweetie like a nursing foal.

Touching! Touching skin! The burning ever so touching the heat of flames! Tarnish and burn all the dare touch her! Sweetie flung her hooves every which way to try and break free from the touch. "NO! NO! NO! LET GO!" She shouted, but Not-Rarity didn't, and tried to hold onto the struggling mare.

"It's okay. Mommy's here." She cooed to Sweetie.

Sweetie clubbed Not-Rarity right across the cheek. She felt the hooves caressing her let go and she rolled across the floor to try and get away from the crazy mare. She wasn't fast enough, and Not-Rarity came across swinging and struck Sweetie's cheek, just the same.

Almost instantly, the world became bathed in a large, blinding red light. Turn it off! It faded fast and the bedroom was no longer a bedroom. It was just a room. A room that was covered in the most exotic and creepy looking masks Sweetie had ever seen. How did she get here? She wasn't before. Her bedroom was gone, it can't be moved that fast.

Sweetie looked for Not-Rarity, but she wasn't where she was before, only Lyra laid there nursing a bleeding face. Her right eye was swollen shut and purple. The large gash on her forehead from the shed was ripped open was pouring out the glaze. A smaller cut sliced open her cheek.

"Fuck you, Sweetie Belle. Not that foalish buck thing. I really mean it!" She angrily grunted and shouted at Sweetie. Secretly, Sweetie was actually afraid of the mare. The unknown was coming into play, as Sweetie had no idea what to do to protect herself. She stayed quiet to observe how Lyra would react to anything at anytime.

But just as quick as a bit flipped into the air for a bet, Lyra blinked and glanced around the room quickly, looking confused. "Silvia?" Her left eye started to water and gleam in the sunlight coming in through the window. She just let the tears come out. "Damn it! Damn it!" She banged her hoof against the floorboards, repeating the same phrase over and over again until her hoof was smashed and bloodied.

Finally, she looked back at Sweetie and smothered out with mumbling and crying. "I'm sorry, Sweetie. I'm so sorry." She padded her hoof bloodied hoof against her eye. War paint?

The pain ebbed in Sweetie Belle's cheek. 'It really hurt' was a small way of putting it, and 'Holy gee buckballs did this really hurt' was a more accurate statement of how she felt as the pain throbbed in and out in her cheek.

"Yeah, I think we're even now." Lyra clicked her tongue.

"Good, I don't think I swing that way."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"And why did you call me Rarity?"

"You looked like her for a moment. Nothing else."