Pinkie Pie skipped to the oven happily, inhaling the sweet aroma of apple pie. The pink pony opened the oven door slowly as she hummed a unknown tune to herself. Pinkie lifted the pan of sweet apple-cinnamon contents out of the oven and set it on the table directly behind her. As she closed the oven door she heard a familiar noise, the birthday song. She picked her phone up as the song blasted out of it like the confetti in her party canon. "Happy birthday to you," She sang along and finally pressed answer call. "Heya Dashie!" she smiled. After about 45 minutes on the phone her smile faded, as did her bright pink coat. Her poofy hair drooped down, but she wasn't sad. A new, long, creepy smile grew upon her face. "Got it." she whispered.
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Gotta Dash
HorrorWith the the ponies being hunted down everyone is watching their backs, Only two ponies are seemingly unaffected. Dash and Pinkie... are they the murderers?
