>”Wow, thanks for making this for me, Rarity! Now I can do whatever I want to her without consequences! You’re the best!”
>As she cuddles her new plushie, Rarity plays back what she just heard in her mind.
>Little did she know, it was far too late to stop her. The damage was done, and could never be undone.
>The best she can do to atone for her actions, as naive and well-intentioned as they were, is make for absolute certain that it never occurs again.
>Sweetie Belle was placed under careful watch in a psychiatric facility in Canterlot.
>The plushie of Applebloom, may she rest in everlasting peace, was put out of its own misery— only after her family got to say their tearful good wishes and goodbyes.
>Rarity isolated herself from the world, stricken with sickening guilt.
>Every night she would be plagued with dreams of how life was before. Seeing the Crusaders hop about, giggling about what silly activities they were going to busy themselves with that day.
>Every now and then, Applejack would show up at her door, drunk, screaming at her; reminding her how she took her sister away from her.
>She didn’t mind this, it’s what she deserved.
>She took an innocent life out of this world prematurely.
>One day, the guilt becomes too much for her to live with, and she removes the one stitch that’s out of place on this beautiful dress.
>Life moves on in Equestria.