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...
Everypony made themselves comfortable on the floor of the library. I sat in front of them, beads of sweat on my forehead as I prepared myself. I had to do this. I had to talk about what I experienced, the scars that came with the change. Even now, I could still hear her words, echoing in the back of my mind.
Ah ya not loyal to tha farm, Bloom?
"Apple Bloom?" I hesitantly looked up to see Absentia, Flurry and Sweetie Belle in front of me, Flurry's hoof resting on my shoulder.
"Remember," Absentia said, her eyes sad. "No matter what is bothering you, do what you believe is right. Okay?"
I nodded silently, making them sigh as they made their way to sit with the others.
Maybe they're right.
I sighed to myself. I'll just deal with my thoughts later.
"It all started one harvest season..."
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"What do ya mean that there's not enough zap apple jam?" Apple Jack shouted as she stood next to Granny Smith, who was busy discussing the selling of the famous zap apple jam with Filthy Rich. However, there was a little problem...
"Yes," he said in his normal posh voice, gesturing to the pile of zap apple jam next to his cart. "This is not the normal amount I normally buy. It is far too less."
"That's a bunch a-," Granny Smith cut her off with a wave of her hoof.
"We counted every single jar of jam ourselves," she looked Filthy Rich in the eye. "Yah know that that is your normal amount."
Filthy Rich murmured slightly under his breath before ordering his workers to count the number of jars that were there. The workers rushed about, before coming back and telling him that there were only...
"Ninety-two?" Apple Jack glared at the workers. "Now tha's a lie Ah never though' Ah'd hear." She quickly counted the jars herself, landing up with the same number.
"But," Apple Jack turned to Granny Smith, confused. "But Ah'm sure tha here was the usual 100! Wha' happened to tha res'?"
"I don't care," Filthy Rich stated firmly. "I must get my usual amount of Zap Apple Jam."
Apple Jack sighed and did just that.
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