Creepypasta Collection Book 3

Another Apple Sleep Experiment

Twilight's Commemoration Preparation

Autumn in Ponyville. While the rest of Equestria readied themselves for Nightmare Night the next month, Ponyville busied themselves with preparations for their memorial. "Commemoration" was the name it was given by the princesses years ago, as it was the only title that seemed appropriate. Although this year marked the seventh anniversary of the memorial's creation, it was still a sore spot for most Ponyvillians. It was created in lieu of Cinder Season, at the once active Sweet Apple Acres. Commemoration is a time to reflect and honor those who were lost to the great massacre. Most ponies were never truly given a satisfactory reason for the senseless killings all those years ago. The princesses remained as tight-lipped as the survivors did. Eventually, between Twilight's anxiety in Ponyville slowly ebbed. It was Twilight who initially proposed the memorial in the hopes that it would ease the pain, and bring normalcy back to Ponyville. Of course, in doing so, she and her friends had become the unofficial conductors of the memorial. They nursed their own sorrows by making each year better than the last.

It was the evening before the festivities, and magic was ringing in the halls of the Castle of Friendship. An alicorn, two unicorns, and a pegasus were scrambling to finish their decoration contributions as the sunset drew nearer.

Flying overhead of the throne room, Fluttershy was attempting to place a thick, purple drape, adorned with ribbons, onto the rafters, according to Rarity's specifications. A task that seemed easy enough, had it not been for Rarity's refusal to settle for anything less than perfection.

"No no no, that simply will not do!" Rarity shrilly called to the pale yellow pegasus. Fluttershy sighed in frustration, lowering her hoof and holding back the urge to roll her eyes.

"What's wrong this time?" Fluttershy called back to her friend in exasperation, wondering how Rarity could be so far away, yet still see some imagined imperfection for the placement of said drapery.

Rarity didn't seem to catch, or mind, the pegasus' tone.

"It's a quarter of an inch too far to the right! Even I can see that. While I am grateful for your help, Fluttershy, you know how flawlessly decorated the castle must be for our future guests." Rarity called out, hoping her friend would follow and agree with her logic. She looked away from the ceiling for a moment, to finish the stitch she had started on a vast tapestry draped over her hooves. The tapestry was twenty feet in length, and nearly took up the entire mapless table in the center of the room. Along with the complicated stitch work, and bright appealing colors, Bonbon's silhouette took center stage in the piece, her name expertly sewn beneath it. When Fluttershy didn't echo Rarity's logic, Rarity turned to Twilight to back-up her statement.

"Wouldn't you agree, Twilight?"

Twilight Sparkle, the princess of friendship, didn't seem to heed the growing tension between her friends as she busied herself with a checklist; it was nearly as long as Rarity's unfinished masterpiece. She glanced up from her scroll, tired eyes locking on the unicorn, before following her gaze to the drapery above.

"It looks great, Rarity." Twilight muttered absently, as the quill in her magic jotted down yet another unchecked task.

"Just move it slightly to the left, Fluttershy, and you'll be good. We don't really have time to fuss over silly details like that." Starlight Glimmer firmly chided, like a mother scolding her misbehaving children. Starlight's horn was aglow, and she was busying herself with icepicks and a giant slab of ice. She'd been sculpting for the better part of an hour now, and she took great pride in the art she was able to create thus far. The sculpture showcased each of the fallen, and Starlight only hesitated for a moment when she reached the smooth surface of ice, where the fourteenth pony would be. Starlight's heart panged and stomach clenched. She swallowed back a burp of bile, knowing that it would do no good to bring up her objections for the sixth consecutive year. This memorial had become a staple in the lives of Ponyvillians. Ponies understandably wanted that fourteenth pony remembered and honored; even if, unbeknownst to them, she was the pony who had slaughtered the rest.