Become Invisible
Another day, another bothersome routine to grind through. Day in, day out, it’s all the same. Not least because of these pathetic, annoying ponies swarming me.
When I moved to Ponyville, I had nothing. Nothing at all. All I ever had was destroyed, taken from me by something and someone truly vile and disgusting. For the first time in life I was alone and without anypony to listen to me; nopony that would heed my calls and commands.
That was until the ‘lovely’ and ‘kind’ ponies of Ponyville decided to take me in. Pinkie Pie had found me roaming the streets on my own, and since she had never seen me before, decided to… throw me a party?
The thought alone makes me want to vomit. I kept a straight, vague smile on my face as I was involuntarily volunteered for a party I had no interest in partaking in, and that stupid party pony ensured I was in the spotlight at all times. Party cannons, confetti, balloons, cheering and songs…
Disgusting. Pathetic.
The ponies here were so stupid and gullible, in fact, they had paid so little mind to me and who I actually was that asking for my name was an afterthought.
“Crackle Cosette,” I had told them. None of them were any the wiser, believing me without hesitation.
How. Just how did my plans ever fail against such pathetic creatures? Ngh.
What’s more, the mayor of the town, apparently aptly named Mayor Mare, approached me and asked where I was staying. I hesitated for a moment, before informing her that I was a freelance photographer roaming about, living off the bits I made here and there during my travels.
And yet, she, in her unbelievable wisdom, decided to insist that I stay in Ponyville. “Give it a try!” she had suggested. My face kept up a kind smile, trained in deception since birth, but internally I felt my very mind contort as the music and chatter died down. Everypony turned to face me and the mayor, expecting me to answer.
I agreed. Curse those ponies and their ‘kindness’. Somepony even offered to let me stay with them. To ‘pay rent’ and live together. If my mind had contorted before, by now it was writhing in pain and anger. Another pony informed me they were leaving town for a few years to study in Canterlot, and that I could rent their home in the meantime and live alone there, assuming I didn’t wreck the place in their absence. I jumped on that offer, having already dug my own hole deep enough as it were. At the very least I wouldn’t want to share an apartment with a pony.
Ugh. And to think less than a year ago I was Queen. To think that I could have had it all if only those terrible ponies hadn’t tried to stop me. If I had ever known my own subjects were so gullible as well, so willing to revolt and commit treason against me and the hive; oh, I would have made fine examples of traitors to teach the others to stay in line.
The stupid party went on into the night, and with me as the ‘honoured guest’ so to speak, I had no way of removing myself any earlier than when the sun had already set. Even then, Pinkie Pie was as obnoxious as ever, and even the other element bearers had come around.
My eyes narrowed and drilled holes into the eye sockets of that unicorn which accompanied them. Starlight Glimmer. I huffed and flinched just barely, yet nopony had noticed. Starlight Glimmer, the pony my mind would not allow me to forget even in a million moons.
Starlight! Glimmer!
Argh! Even thinking about her infuriates me! That disgusting excuse of a lifeform should have been wiped out at conception, and I should do well to rectify that mistake! To rid this world of one as awful as her, as annoying as her! A stupid, little pony that simply couldn’t help but stick her nose into my affairs and plans when it suited her, and roused my own hive into revolt!
Even now I lust for the day I get my sweet revenge on her. The day I reclaim what is rightfully mine, when I am Queen once more and she little more than food, wrapped up in one of countless cocoons. A feast to die for.
But… that day is not today. I snapped back to reality when one of the ponies poked my cheek, frowning slightly as they did before apologising for my absent mind. I shook hooves with the ‘Heroes of Equestria’, though even whilst wearing my clever disguise I forbade myself to even so much as acknowledge Glimmer’s presence. I should have spat at her from up close, truth be told, to demonstrate my disgust, but my vengeance hinged on subtlety for now.
The night ran out as I was led to the house I was offered to rent. I had invited the landlord inside to discuss a settlement, and after only a short little feast on their love and a smidgeon of mind control, I had the place pretty much all for myself. A small rent was to be paid, as a cover act and alibi primarily, since even the ponies might become suspicious otherwise. Still, it allowed me to pursue a very… lax work schedule.
Rather than pursuing a proper career of my own to pay this trinket rent, I simply offered myself up as a ‘professional’ photographer, and established a small-scale studio where I lived. I actually earn quite a decent living thanks to it, though I have competition with another pony in town called Photo Finish. I have set a reminder to cross her off the list soon enough. My plan is ill-suited for dealing with competition, even if this job was little more than a cover story for what was really going on.
Still, even if most ponies preferred the bigger studio of my rival and competitor, I am surviving quite decently. Some ponies bring their entire family with them for group shots. Others come alone, and I shut the blinds while telling them it is to ‘increase the contrast’ or whatever.
One big, dazing camera flash later, and they’re ripe to be feasted upon. Ponyville is a true seat of vile, disgusting idealism, of everything I truly do hate… but it is a true cauldron filled with love wherever you look. My goals are bigger than this pathetic town, or this profession, but for now I bide my time and bite my tongue.
Day by day, night by night, my revenge inches closer. Dominoes fall, the chess pieces are moved into place.
Gather their trust, become invisible to their naked eyes. I am simply another member of Ponyville. Another pony that seemingly lived and thrived in the background, far behind the ‘action’ that ponykind’s heroes experienced on a regular basis.
Become invisible… and from that invisibility, strike.
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When the photographer is sus! 😳
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"And I Would Have Gotten Away With It Too, If It Weren't For You Meddling Ponies!" - Chrysalis in the nutshell
Nice story
A excellent short story showing the unnerving horror that is Chrysalis. Well done!👍
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Thank you both!
Very nice.
I can’t help but feel that she’s slowly becoming accustomed to her new lifestyle, and might be delaying the day of her vengeance just a tad.
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"And their nosy
dogdragon, too!"I thought her name was "Shutterbug"?
Edit: It seems both names are correct, but Crackle Cosette is more correct? I'm kinda lost here now.
Imagine her parents would have called her Queen Mare instead...
OR you could simply forget your revenge and start anew?
No? Okay then, but don't complain if you get hit by the Rainbow Friendship Laser later.
Good story!
I enjoyed reading it.
I can guess her reaction if she would have ever been asked to take a picture of the new school students and spotted Ocellus among them.
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There might be a small, unfortunate accident. Very tragic.
The story is not bad, but it seems to me that the tag "drama" does not justify it. For in general, there is nothing particularly dramatic going on here.
For example, I was expecting something like...
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I disagree
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do you disagree with the statement that the story does not fit the "drama" tag? Or with my example?
What then, in your opinion, represents the concept of "drama"?
Ominous thoughts about work from home photographers.
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Some of you are alright, don't come to Cosette's Snapshots tomorrow.
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Weirdest job moment along those lines I’ve run into was working for Cutco. I basically had a near disassociative moment when I realized I was calling people and asking if I could come over to their home with a bag of sharp objects.
Geez Chrysissy, way to be ungrateful.
Nicely done! Chrysalis comes off as solidly in-character here, all brooding narcissism and obsessive lust for revenge. It's a nice snapshot, even if not much happens. Her having to live in close proximity to both the elements and Starlight while also keeping up her eating habits poses an interesting premise, though. I could see her having trouble keeping up appearances and dodging attempts at friendship, all while working to keep herself fed and her cover of an uninteresting stranger in place.
Also, yeah, I thought the cover's name was shutterbug, too. The wiki has Crackle Cosette listed, though. Weird, I wonder where I picked that up.
Good job!
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I won't lie, I had to search up the name, and ultimately went with the one they used for the character tag on Derpibooru which is Crackle Cosette.
I too find Pinkie Pie so childish that enjoying her parties would be impossible; especially if I was kept as the center of attention.
To be fair... I have met people with 'Smith' as their actual last name. Unless you introduce yourself as 'Jane Doe' I too would assume that any name you gave is the identity you want to be known by (even though I would know it's a lie would probably call you Jane there on). Much like how The Weaver is not my actual name!
By being a moron...
So when are we getting to the drama? I have reached the end but beyond her subpar acting (the best its ever been sadly) there was no real emotion in this. This feels like the second draft where instead of a rough draft it could stand as a story as is but needs work.
Most of this is telling by our Pov (which makes sense) where the narrator does not stop.
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