Babysitting is a chore

Lights-- that was all Octavia saw, swirling around her in various shades of pink and red, all darting left to right liike shooting stars in the night sky. Everytime she tried to look at the colors they darted from her vision quickly, like lightning flashing and striking the ground with such fury.

The lights suddenly changed course, altering their path, their colors slowly fading and merging into a single glowing white ball flashing slightly in front of her eyes. She didn't really know where she was at the moment. The glowing white light was the only thing accompanying her in the field of black. She couldn't remember a thing about how she got there.

It started to pulse softly, by each pulse it started to thump. Each thump was bigger then the other. She stared in awe at the circle, as though she was hypnotized by it.

As she stared, the light started to grow stronger, getting bigger and bigger at each pulse. It filled her vision, momentarily blinding her. She covered her face with her hooves, blocking out the ball that thumped and grew bigger and bigger every second.

She felt the heat radiating off her skin at every thump. She eventually felt herself being drawn towards the ball, like a hand  tugging at her body. As she removed her hooves from her eyes, The light grew bigger and bigger. Flashing with painful intensity. The pull was now to strong to resist, and the blinding light consumed her.

She found the color fading away slowly, leaving its light faintly in her vision. She found herself floating above something, it was very blurry in her eyes. Everything at first was white and fuzzy. The thought of not knowing where she was frightened her so she covered her eyes.

After convincing herself everything was okay she finally opened her eyes. She could clearly see now as her eyes darted around the room. It was an all-black room, her eyes went straight for the cello. The cello was there laid across the wall. She suddenly felt like she was home.

She through among her house, studying everything from the dressers to her bed. She carried herself around the house, examining the little things in her home like where her instruments were placed. She looked up towards the kitchen, dirt was sprawled randomly across the ground, covering it with dirt from the outside world. Dished piled on top of each other from Celestia-knows- icky substances on the dishes clinging to them. Water dripped from the dirty sink, dripping down the side, into a huge puddle on the ground mixed with the dirt.

Her vision trailed off towards the sea of water as it trickled away from the kitchen, making a thin coat of water slowly coming towards the living room. She followed the water as it trickled across her tile, like it knew where it was headed.

Then the water stopped, trailing in a perfect circle, Sweetie Belle was in the middle of it, prancing along the room trashing the place with her hooves as she knocked over precious valuables of hers, like a vase her mother gave her when she was little. All of her pictures had fallen, shards of glass covered the ground.

She heard screeching noises from Sweetie Belle as she shrieked and 'tried" to sing. The singing burned Octavia's ears as she watched the horror unfold in her very home. Sweetie Belle then grabbed her precious cello and strummed it hard with her hooves. Sweetie Belle's singing mixed with the ear-piercing sound of her cello getting harshly played on violated Octavia. The cello. was like a baby to her.

Sweetie Belle kept violating her cello and went to the other instruments that lay on the wall. Sweetie Belle pushed the cello against the wall harshly, breaking into little pieces of wood scattered on the floor. Sweetie Belle looked like she couldn't care less as she sung and whistled while touching and somewhat playing with Octavia's instruments.

It felt like hours until the slowly scene faded away from her vision.

Octavia woke up suddenly, breathing in and out as hard as she tried to recover from the horrid nightmare that had unfolded in her mind. Her eyes darted around the room faster than a cheetah, checking every detail of the room to make sure she wasn't still dreaming. No traces of dirt were in the kitchen and nothing was destroyed. She got up dangling her hooves off of the bed. She yawned and stretched.

Trying to forget the dream, she slid out of bed and headed for the kitchen in search of breakfast.  Dozens of different cereals, from Frosted Hayflakes to Cocoa Daisies to Shredded Oat Crisps, tempted her taste buds as she opened the cabinet.  Each one sounded equally mouth-watering, making it hard to choose between them.

Undecided, she closed the cabinets, making a slamming sound in the uninterrupted silence. She yawned again, letting all the air in and out slowly, then cracked her neck slightly and limped away from the kitchen, heading for her music room.  On the way, she paused to look at herself in the bathroom mirror, and groaned at the mass of loops and tangles her mane had turned into overnight.

She was still half-worried that the dream hadn't been a dream, and hesitated a moment before entering the music room, afraid of what she might find.  She was relieve to find that all of her instruments were place neatly against the wall.  Nothing was broken, and there was no sign of anything being touched by Sweetie Belle

Sweetie Belle?

She was supposed to babysit her today! She dreaded the idea, and was tempted to just slump back into her warm bed and pretend she'd forgotten about it.

She turned her head slightly, just enough to see the time.

                                                                                 12:00 PM

Good, I can fix myself, and get myself ready for her. Octavia you can do this, you can babysit her.