The Mane Six are turned into their Creepypasta selves and have taken over all of Equestria, spreading chaos and mayhem everywhere.
When Starlight offers them a chance to rewrite the past, Absentia (formerly known as Scootaloo), Flurry Heart, Apple B...
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[Flurry Heart's POV]
I smiled as everypony cheered, Scootaloo's being the loudest. For some odd reason, none of us felt the shift as Rainbow turned from the manager of the Factory into the good version. Heck, I don't even know if that changed anything about the rest.
Who knows?
Absentia, now Elder Scootaloo, is still trying to process her new cutie mark and her newfound memories, which must be giving her a headache. She would stop, shake her head and carry on. The rest of the Blo- Mane Six did not even notice it, but after what we've been through, we've become more sensitive to the small things.
"It'll take time to adapt, Abs," Spike consoled her, smiling softly. We all circled her, providing comfort as well as we knew how to. It was definitely not a lot, but it made Absentia smile slightly.
"Anyway," she turned all of our attention to the matter at hand. "We need to decide what we need to deal with next."
The Blo- Mane Six turned to face us as we were busy discussing, or basically everypony else in the group was discussing and I was just listening quietly. Spike turned to me and tried to drag me into the conversation. I awkwardly turned away as they tried to talk to me, ignoring every word that they had said to me. We all have scars from the Bloody Six- now the Bloody Five, but my scars were a little more specific.
When I was just a foal, I had watched my father's sister and her friends lock him and my mom up, torturing all of us for several days. When Pinkie Pie had taken me as her chosen helper, I was scarred beyond any imagining. I had trusted all of them, the six, and all I had received was pain.
Then don't let anyone get close to you, silly.
I shuddered as I recalled Pinkie Pie's advice, the psychotic glint in her eye and steel in her voice, the words mocking me.
Everypony leaves. It's only a matter of when.
I know that she had become bitter with her past, causing her to become so paranoid she barely even trusted her own shadow. The only ponies she had trusted were her friends and me. Everypony else was just ingredient waiting to be made. I had seen ponies that I somewhat knew become nothing more than flavouring for cupcakes.
I blinked my self out of that time, only to see the other five whispering softly to each other, probably making a decision on what was next to be destroyed. Just as I was about to lean on to her what the decision was, they all turned around to face me, broad smiles on all of their faces.
"Flurry," Spike said with a smile. "We all decided on which one we're tackling next."
Curious, and a little apprehensive, I nod, motioning for him to continue.
