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...
Twilight felt a weird sensation along her spine, stretching from either wing to her tail. The feeling was almost familiar, and one she could not place.
She immediately summoned her friends, worried about the meaning of the feeling. Gathering them around the table, she mentally checked all of her friends present.
Rarity was holding a regular kitchen knife stained with blood. She continually tossed the knife onto the air before catching it, clearly trying to stave off her urge to cut herself in her stress. Judging from the lacerations all over her body, the reason for such was clear. She already had too many bruises, with no space for any more.
Fluttershy, on the other hoof, was seated still, patiently waiting for the blank-faced birds fluttering around her to fix her mane. Her gaze, however, was fixated on Rarity, anger with a hint of concern in her eyes.
"You have too many lacerations," Fluttershy's voice was emotionless, as dead as her expression. "Too much magical healing will only worsen it."
"Oh, and you decide to criticise me, Ms. I-Use-Animals-To-Kill-Ponies?" Rarity's words seemed to hit a part of Fluttershys, her eyes flashing wide in pure rage, before it just as quickly disappeared. She returned Rarity's glare with her own before turning to Twilight, her face schooled back into indifference.
Rarity, please don't prod her, Twilight murmured in her head. You and I both know that Fluttershy was always a special circumstance when she snapped.
Luckily, Rarity seemed to know Twilight's thoughts, nodding reluctantly. Twilight, satisfied, checked the door for Apple Jack's arrival.
Thirty minutes later, she had yet to arrive.
Twilight started to get really worried, the feeling of foreboding only seeming to worsen as the clock hands moved. Rarity had given in to her instincts, her side bearing a new slit that bled all over the floor. Fluttershy was having a conversation with the birds, their chirps following her every sentence.
Twilight quickly stood up, startling the other two. She marched out, not saying a word to the other two, who immediately follow after her.
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"APPLE JACK!" Twilight shouted from outside the Orchard, eyes scanning for her friend.
Unlike the others, Apple Jack worked with her family. They all rushed about, saddlebags overloaded with red apples. Big Macintosh was busy bucking apples from the trees. Granny Smith was still seated outside of the main Apple House, rocking her rocking chair as if nothing were amiss. She was the only pony oblivious to the circumstances of Equestria, and Apple Jack insisted that it stays that way.
Twilight smiled as brightly as she could manage, even though she felt like blasting the old pony off her chair and into space. The least she could do as a friend was to obey Apple Jack's request.
