Rarity stared at the box. She had not looked inside it since she had taken it on the train. In her induced state of greed, she had simply desired to keep it from others all for herself, as well as anything else she found regardless of actual value. The spoons, forks, knives, and candle holders could all attest to that. After Sweetie Belle had helped Rarity get back to her normal self, the box and everything else was forgotten about.

Now, Ponyville was mostly back to normal. She was more settled and relaxed, ready to clean up Carousal Boutique and get it organized once more. Well... as organized as she tended to have it. While trying to decide where to start, she had found the box of fabric that had started the whole thing for her.

Rarity was staring at the box, wondering about it. Would the fabric still be there? Would it be as beautiful as she remembered it? If not, it might still be lovely enough to create something with. Horn glowing, she took a hold of the box in her magic and opened it to reveal...

Foil. Aluminum foil. It was nothing but a giant roll of aluminum foil. It was intended to encase leftover food, not for garments or accessories. She had been deceived and manipulated. She had become greedy, paranoid, selfish and suspicious. She had been willing to leave her friends and lock herself away from the world. To refuse to let anypony into her boutique or let them even buy anything she made ever again.

And why? For what? Aluminum foil! Something used in cooking. Something she could have gotten from the store. Something she had in her own kitchen!

Something inside Rarity suddenly snapped. The aura of magic around her horn grew larger as the faint blue color took on a darker tint. Jaw clenched and teeth bared, she threw the box of foil as hard as she could, slamming it against the wall hard enough to leave a shallow scratch.

A blood-curdling roar tore from her throat as she unleashed an explosion of pure energy. The entire building shook from it. The windows burst outwards and the mirrors shattered. Several of the neighbors jerked awake, some trying to figure out what was going on while others thought a storm had escaped from The Everfree Forest.

Huffing and panting, Rarity turned her attention to her drawing table. Sketches and designs went flying through the air before bursting into flames, burning to nothing but ashes before reaching the ground. Pencils were shattered and the tin they were kept in was twisted and dented. The entire desk was launched, slamming into one of the design dummies with a loud cracking sound.

Rarity turned her attention to one of the other dummies. Taking a hold of the dress, she began ripping it apart. Stitches popped as fabric tore as she reduced hours of hard work into nothing but a pile of shredded scraps. When none of the former outfit remained, Rarity lifted up the dummy and slammed it down onto the other. She then slammed one into the other again. And again. And again, and again, and again. She continued to to throw one dummy against the other, even as the canvas skin tore, the cotton stuffing went flying, and the wooden skeleton broke and poked out.

With a scream, she tore the remnants into her fabrics, sending the bolts sprawling all over the place. Walking over to one, she reached down and bit it. Rarity lifted the bolt and shook it like a dog with a toy before throwing it once again. Once it landed, she ran over and kicked it as hard as she could, sending it and some others spinning across the floor. Rarity continued after the same bolt, rearing up and slamming her front hooves down on it. With each impact the edges of her well-manicured hooves dug into the fabric, tearing furrows into it.

Rarity gave one last roar as she kicked the bolt for a final time, sending it through one of the already shattered windows. Exhausted, the young mare collapsed onto the floor. She curled up into a tight ball, hiding her face under her foreleg and pressing as close to her flank as she could get.

A knock at her door woke Rarity, causing her to jump up. She had fallen asleep, although it was hard to say for how long. It was still dark outside. So either she had somehow managed to sleep through a whole day without interruption, or -- more likely -- it had been for a short time and was still the same night.

"Coming," she called out. Her own voice surprised her. It was so rough and scratchy, as though she had been screaming for hours. She was aware that she had been vocal during her tantrum, but it had not seemed sufficient to strain her vocal cords at the time.

Rarity opened the door to find that there was a pair of guards standing on the other side of it. Her eyes went wide at the sight.

"Oh my," Rarity said at the pair. "Is everything alright?"

"That is actually what we are here to investigate," one of the guards stated. "Some of your neighbors reported hearing screaming and a lot of loud noises. We were sent to see if there is any trouble."

"Oh." Rarity shifted, looking back at the mess she had made of her shop. "No. No trouble at all." Turning to the pair, she gave her best smile. "It was just that I had seen a mouse scampering across the room, and was dreadfully frightened. Fortunately, my dear sweet Opal was able to catch the horrid thing."

The two guards stared at her, not saying anything. She tried to keep her sweetest smile on, resisting the urge to fidget under their gaze. How did she look? Had she been crying during her outburst? If she had, her mascara would simply be ruined. Was she wearing mascara? Yes. Yes, she had been certain to re-apply it prior to meeting Princess Celestia and had yet to clean it off. What of her mane? More than likely it was not in its properly well curled place. She might very well look horribly disheveled and unkempt. Such a fact would make the guards all the more skeptical. She should have checked her appearance before answering the door. Except... she had no way of doing so as she had shattered all the mirrors during her initial outburst.

"Are you certain everything is alright, miss?" the other guard asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Quite," Rarity answered. "I apologize gentlemen, but the place is rather unsuitable for guests, plus it is rather late and I have had a very long and arduous day. So if there is nothing else, I would like to go to bed and get some sleep."

The two guards looked at her a moment more, then at each other. One of them gave a nod.

"Alright," the first guard said. "We'll let you get back to your business. Have a good night."

"You as well," she called out as they walked away. Shutting the door, she let out a sigh, her shoulders sagging.

Once feeling more collected, Rarity turned and looked at the boutique. It had been foolish to take out her anger and frustration on her business. It was also horribly counter-productive. While it was true that she felt much better after venting, she now had a massive mess to clean up. All of the windows and mirrors would have to been replaced, plush she would need to clean up the shards both in and outside the shop. The fabrics would have to be checked to see what could be salvaged and what would need to be re-stocked. Her table looked like it had survived, so she would not need a new one. However, she had burned over a dozen different designs. Alas, those could never be replaced as it was all but impossible to create something the exact same way twice. Still, she could come up with new concepts. Although she would need to get new pencils first.

"It can wait," she said. "For now, I think I need some ice cream and sleep." She pushed off from the wall and headed toward the kitchen.