Rarity: I don’t need friends! Not when I can just make my own… WITH THE POWER OF MY MIND!!!! BWAHAHAHAHA HAHA!
Rarity: OH! WHO AM I KIDDING! ORANGE! ORANGE. IS. THE. WORST. POSSIBLE. COLOR! WAHAHAHAHA WAHHHHHH!
Twilight: Has anypony seen Rarity this week?
Rainbow: Hmm? No.
AppleJack: Nope.
Fluttershy: Yes… uh… I mean no…
Pinkie: No. I think her cat died.
Twilight: Pinkie, she doesn’t have a cat.
Pinkie: Opal-es nez… Oldpal edisons … That mean angry fluffy thing.
AppleJack: Um, Pinkie, that was just a stuffed animal.
Rainbow: Actually, it’s called a plushie.
Fluttershy: Rainbow, you like plushies too?
Rainbow: WHAT! NO!
Twilight: Right…
Spike: So, what you’re saying is basically, if I become a plushie, then Rarity will totally fall in love with me. *Cricket Noises Intensifying Awkwardly*
“It seemed like the obvious choice at the time. A chance to kick-start my life-spanning successful career of doing something I loved, just… not in Ponyville. Careers such as a Fashionista just didn’t take off in a backwater farming community like Ponyville; it was always the big and bustling cities like Manehattan and Canterlot where all the talented and famous ponies went to and worked from. And so, I was left with a choice: My friends, or my career. Friends, or career. The six ponies I trusted with my life, or the opportunity to make my dreams come true; maybe even find my Prince Charming once my name became well known enough. It seemed like the obvious choice at the time…”
@Background Pony #FD8F
All too common. And god forbid friends didn’t need a reason to come over, but I’ve found as I’ve aged the only time my “friends” contact me is they require my help, money or something else. Never asking how I’m doing and never reply to my messages to hang out.
