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All My Little Pony charaters and setting belongs to Hashbro. Exception is King Sombra's wonderful shadow slaves. Remember this for the rest of the chapters upcoming and beforehand.
The next morning a dull light shine on her face. She woke with a start, then realizing that she didn't have her sleep mask with her. Rarity sighed at the thought of dusts on her eyelashes. The unicorn stretched then trotted over to a small dresser. On it was a small oval mirror.
"H-how am I going to do my hair?!" Rarity whined, "Eek! Bed hair! Makeup stains! Where's the water? Where's the curling iron?! Oh for goodness sake why don't this-this awful place at least have a-" she found a comb along with a few ribbons. "Comb. Heh. A comb. Hehe, whew. Why am I talking to myself?"
Rarity studied the room around her as she struggled to get the tangles out of her own hair. Her bed has a dark gray blanket with a white sheet. She suspected the pillow was from a hospital. On the base was a small chest, a towel, and a bucket. Above the door has three dark crystal décor, middle being the largest. There was a window on the right of the door, letting a few sunlight in. The floor was hard and cold. Rarity shuddered as she thought what might happen if she fall off the bed. Suddenly, the door opened.
"Miss. Rarity, Blacky would like you meet you out." A shadow with an appearance of a unicorn instructed with a strange high pitch. Then he shut the door before Rarity could protest. Rarity quickly pulled her mane back, tail up and gave it a few good curls with her comb. She ran out and dunked her face in the well.
"Hello, Blacky!" Rarity said cheerfully.
"Here is your breakfast," the shadow responded, nudging plain oatmeal towards her. Rarity wrinkled her nose at it.
"Hurry, hurry, Rarity. You're supposed to be out polishing, sweeping, and mopping."
"It would help if you will bring an apple tomorrow." She mumbled, forcing a spoon in.
"Apples are rare around this area."
"Eggs?"
"Umm… maybe?" Blacky said wryly, starting to go up the stairs.
"Wait for me!" Rarity cried, quickly tossing her oatmeal in the nearest bucket.
A few moments later, the unicorn panted as she reached the top. "I…" gasp "hate" gasp "stairs."
"Master is the stairs master. He will be displeased." Blacky informed her, narrowing his eyes.
"I don't care! I still hate stairs!" gasp "They're only good for showing off, and losing a slipper!"
"What about reaching to places?"
"That too!"
Blacky shook his head and attempted to pick up a broom lying nearby. He chuckled nervously and looked at Rarity. "Uh, pick up this broom, please."
Rarity obediently went to pick it up. "Blacky, is this how you hold it?"
"Use your magic, and put the hay facing down."
Rarity used magic this time and faced it down. "Now… sweep." Blacky instructed. Rarity waved the broom awkwardly. "For pony's sake, have you swept before?!"
"I dust, I craft, I cook breakfast, and I sew. Nope." Rarity sighed.
"You… hit the floor," he suggested. Rarity smacked the broom around and dust flew up. This is hopeless! Blacky thought to himself.
"Eek! Dust on my coat!" Rarity yelped, dropping the poor tortured broom. Then she sneezed, the dust flying off. "What?" she said as Blacky stared at her.
"Umm… tap the floor gently. Atta, girl. (Don't give me that look) Now pull the dust toward you carefully. Okay, now repeat and make a circle of dust. No, not so roughly, what had the dust done to you?" A few shadows passing snickered and pass through walls.
"Heh… thanks, Blacky." Rarity whispered in embarrassment as she properly swept.
"Call me when you're done sweeping this room."
"Yes, of course." The mare nodded, returning to her work. Blacky left.
"Oh… ah… Ah… AH CHOOOOOO!" Rarity sneezed again, feeling miserable. Then she had a little idea. "Well, it's always nice to clean once in a while after all. Alright every-dust, remove yourself!"
"Come my little enemies, as we all sing a happy little working song." She sang lightly. "Merry little dust so clear and strong, I'll roll my apr'n up, so to speak, and pitch in. Sweeping you all away, as I sing along!" Pretty soon all the dust were in one pile and immediately removed. Blacky handed her a bucket of water and sponge.
"Trill a cheery tune in the halls, as I scrub the stubborn stains away. Lug a buck't of water 'round the room, to the gain refrain of a happy working song." Indeed, the halls were now washed. Now to the final step, polishing.
"I'd keep singing without a fail, otherwise we'd spoil it. Hosing down the walls of dulls, and polishing it- oooh. How we all love letting loose with a little la-da-da-dum-dum. While I'm shining the ro-om. It's such fun to hum to a happy little working song. Ooh a happy working song!"
All day, Rarity was taken to places. She swept, washed, and polished everywhere her magic can reach. "Oh, how strange can a place be... 'Til death comes for me, my heart is troubled. Still, as long I am here, I guess a new experience would be worth trying. I think-I'm dying." Rarity sang to the sun as she swept the path to the main gates.
"I can do a lot when I got such a happy working tune to hum, while I'm destroying the poor sponge up. I've hate every filthy chore throughout my life, so friends even if you're disgusting, we're a happy working song." Rarity played around with a bug in the grass, and then she got up to refill her bucket. "Singing as I refill the bucket, to go back to wash some more." Rarity turned to the sun "Sing along, if you cannot sing then hum along, As we're finishing our haaaaaaaaaaaaaa-ppy woooo-rking song!"
Rarity turned away, feeling homesick. "Well… wasn't that fun… at least?"
Rarity entered the castle ready for her dinner when she suddenly noticed her hooves. "M-m-m-my hooves! My hooves! Spike? SPIKE?! Oh somepony please give me a hooficure!" Rarity whimpered, collapsing.
"Miss Rarity, your din- Why is your face pale?" Blacky walked in, concerned. With trembling eyes and hooves, she let out a long high-
"AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHH!"
King Sombra fell off his chair. The shadow ponies mining for crystals droppered their carefully held pickaxes. The rabbits nearby caused a stampede and the birds flew out of the trees. A traveler dropped his map in shock. A couple on their picnics threw their sandwiches in shock. Blacky covered his non-existent ears.
"For ponies' sake, please stop!" Blacky pleaded. His wish was granted by a scroll smacking her left cheek. She looked up to find King Sombra glaring at her.
"What's your problem-slave?!" he growled.
"My-my-my-hooves!" She gasped between whimpers, her eyes burning as she showed her right hoof at him.
"You, had to overreact and interrupt my readings- over a hoof?" he uttered, a look of disbelief and annoyance on his face. Then he sighed, facehoofed and shook his head.
"Blacky, treat her hooves, half her dinner portion. You, slave-this better not happen again," he threatened, "or it will be more than a scroll!" the king finished off by waving a scroll at her face, and stormed off.
"Well… that was… rough." Rarity sighed, sniffing.
"I tried," the shadow shrugged. "Come on, we must obey his majesty."
"Thanks, Spikey-Wikey." Rarity sighed.
"I am Blacky, not your friend Spikey-Wikey. Did those cucumbers mess your brain up?" Blacky spoke up.
Rarity lifted one of the cucumbers which was on her left eye. "No, they're actually pretty healthy for eyes and fur," then the vegetable settled back onto her eyelid. Then the unicorn lets out a long sigh.
"Depressed?" Blacky offered.
"Why everypony do seems to think I'm depressed?!" The voice inside Rarity's brain spoke up, "I just want my friends back and nightmares gone!" "No, I'm homesick."
"Ah-that's understandable. By the by- who is this Spikey-wikey? Strange name for a pony."
"Your name is Blacky-"
"Nickname!" he hastily corrected.
"-and Spike's a dragon. I occasionally call him Spikey-Wikey," she finished.
"The purple dragon?"
"Oui."
"Shhh!" a head popped out of the floor, then sank back in. Blacky chucked nervously and rubbed his ears.
"About that… don't mention his name."
Rarity took off her cucumbers and glared at him. "Spike, Spike, Spike."
The castle was still and the shadow pony braced himself, waiting for a lightning bolt to strike Rarity. Luckily, nothing happened. "You scared me to Tartarus," he muttered, pulling in a long sigh; "well, here's your dinner."
"Opal, get yer claws off the curtain!" Apple Jack yelled, pulling the cat's tail.
"Just a little more, AppleJack! Just a little more…" Spike said, struggling to reach the cat's claws. The poor feline had enough. She turned to swipe at Spike but landed on Apple Jack's face, scratching the latter face.
"Arghhh! Ow!" the mare screamed, "Get 'er off! Get 'er off of mah face!" Opalescence tighten her hold as Spike advanced on her. Apple Jack pulled harder from the result of the increase of pain. The cat flew off as the shop's bell rung.
"Oh no, not another angry-to-be-customer," Spike groaned. Then to Apple Jack, "Will you be alright?"
"Never been better, I definitely prefer dogs to cats even more now." She grumbled, rubbing her face and putting her hat back on. Spike ran down to greet a pony that was waiting.
"Taylor Dash! Gosh, I'm sorry but-"
"I'd like a moment with Miss Rarity, if you please." The Pegasus spoke, looking at the designs left out from Rarity.
"Well-she's not here, so-"
"What do you mean she's not here? I didn't come from Ponywoods just not to see her! Isn't this boutique is said to be open daily?" By now, Taylor Dash was truly looking upset; "In fact, Rarity scheduled an appointment with my agent two weeks ago-"
It was Spike's turn to interrupt. "She's busy! Rarity's gone! Okay? I'm sorry, but please leave!"
Taylor Dash gave up and left the store in distress. Opal screeched somewhere upstairs and Sweetie Belle yelled; "No, bad cat! Bad cat! Get off of my papers!" There were louds hoof-steps as Spike hurried up the stairs silently.
"Where is Fluttershy when you need her?" Spike thought bitterly.
Author's Note: I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaack! I've been busy with school as usual... and I had a bit of a writer's block for a while. Lets just say... High School is a joy-killer when it comes to homework. I'm going to release another story Summer of 2015 and if I ever get writer's block again, I can switch between stories. :)
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