The Long Way Down The Road

Your fault...

Ikaros bucked at the door for the longest time. Tears ran down all her eyes. Her hooves were getting tired as well. With one final kick, she gave up, and Ikaros was not a person to give up.

"Craftster!" She yelled scratching the door with her front hooves.

"Give up!" X screamed in a high pitch mare voice.

X looked like he was about to cry. X hasn't cried in a long time. Ikaros walked over to join them, almost stumbling over her extra hooves.

"We can't just leave her..." Dans said kicking the dirt.

Dans was correct, they couldn't leave a friend behind, especially with a broken hoof. She would never survive in there.

"Why so quiet Hari?" Dans asked him.

X sat, boiled with anger. He didn't know why, he just was.

His eyes turned yellow, turning white once in a while. The tips of his wings glowed a much darker blue. His wings shot lighting, making the others jump.

They turned to him, and saw him in a state of madness.

"BECAUSE HARI KNOWS IT'S HIS FAULT CRAFTY'S KIDNAPPED!" He yelled lighting shooting in back of them.

The color from him, his mane and tail started to slowly drain. Like when Discord was evil.

He turned back into his original stallion self, and the dress shriveled up and disappeared.

X breathes deeply, his anger still inside him, yet he was now not a color, probably a very dark color of himself.

He growled at them, making the others back up. X let out his wings and flew fast, lighting sparking.

Hari had tears coming out his eyes, his ears flattened. He'd never been yelled at or accused like that before. He sat, tail between his hooves. His mouth quivered in fear.

Ikaros looked frightened, Dans looking like he's just seen a ghost.

Dans looked at Hari and touches his shoulder.

"He didn't mean it..." Dans said reassuringly.

Hari brushed away his hoof, his pupils growing small. His ears flattened more, and his mouth turned into a small smile.

Dans backed up and alerted Ikaros who also began to back up.

Hari looked at them.

"See, I can't be trusted." He said, his voice shaking.

"I'm untrustworthy."

Dans was about to protest that, when he saw Hari's color fading too.

He turned back to his normal self, except his cutie mark was gone. Same probably happened to X.

"It was my fault." Hari kept chanting, still shivering.

"My fault."

Ikaros was becoming frantic.

"This can't be happening!" Ikaros screamed.

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Crafty was inside of a white room. The tall figure locked her inside, and left.

"This isn't so bad." She said.

She noticed her voice was back to normal, and her snout was much smaller. Her hoof and wing still in pain, and probably broken.

"Maybe he just needs someone to talk to." Crafty said, sure of herself.

She closed her eyes for a while, then opened them to find herself in Ponyville. No one noticed her though.

Crafty shrugged her shoulders. She looked around, still sitting, and noticed Sugar Cube Corner.

She grinned. Her eyes closed, and she was inside. She looked around wishing she could get up and talk to every pony.

She saw her friends over at the usual table.

"Hey guys!" She yelled.

None of them seemed to hear her call. She then noticed a pony with an orange mane and green fur sit near them.

"Okay guys, table meeting." She said.

Crafty looked around, wondering.

"Sup leader!" Ikaros cheered.

Crafty flattened her ears. They hadn't forgotten her. Right?

"Y'all remember Crafty, right?" The mare asked.

Crafty smiled, if course they would remember her.

"Oh I remember, she was the worst. Luckily she died in the forest, right?"

Crafty flattened her ears. What were they talking about?

Suddenly they all started to spit insults about her.

She closed her eyes, wanting it to end. She opened and she was at her house. Her house was in flames, burning.

Crafty cried. She closed her eyes and her friends were around her like dark spirits laughing at her.

"Stop!" Crafty yelled.

She covered her ear, crying. She couldn't raise the other hoof. Her color drained from her, and her mane and tail looked messed up and sticking out.

She rubbed the ground of the room, cutting herself.

"Who needs friends?" She said frantically.

She began to cut herself more, her pupils growing smaller at every bit of pain. Soon her good hoof was covered in scars, and she could no longer feel it.

She rolled on her side, laughing manically.

"Who needs them?"