Babs Seed Profile

It just had ta’ be one a’ dose nights, didn’ it? An’ anotha’ one a’ dose dreams the nutmeg-orange coated mare with the magenta and pink striped, inverted bob cut mane thought to herself.

She found herself standing on a floor of blood red leaves in what looks like a small clearing of a forest composed of blood red trees. More of the blood red leaves continued to levitate up from below her in a slow, gentle drizzle of stagnant surrealism. She was standing near one edge of the seemingly perfectly circular ‘room’. Alongside the edges of this room stood many miscellaneous objects. A knee high bookcase with a small selection of reading material, a monitor of some sort sitting on a small, round end table, displaying a blank, white screen, and single, two-pony park bench with a fluffy, blue backboard occupied the right edge of the area.

On the left stood a large, rustic, black fireplace flanked on each side by more furniture. To it’s left stood a single, self-standing lamp and a small, round clock atop a charcoal black desk. The hands of this clock spun much too rapidly for the usual norms clock hands are supposed to spin, and in a counter-clockwise direction, no less. To the right of the fireplace stood two bare mannequins and another charcoal black desk. The two bare mannequins gave the mare the creeps somehow, though they might have been useful for hanging jackets and such.

On the desk by the mannequins laid several tiny dolls resting on what appears to be a map of Equestria. One of the dolls remained isolated from the others. The isolated doll, a doll shaped like a fat stallion, rested on a small plate, which read “Ponyville”. Standing directly behind and in front of the mare laid two doors, each one a rustic blue color with a lovely oak frame. A creeping shadow, shaded darker than Nightmare Moon herself, emanated from behind both doors. However, what intrigued the mare the most is what occupied the center of this crimson purgatory.

Her light lime green eyes were drawn towards the center of the scarlet circle of leaves, which held two identical, pink cushioned chairs, both facing her. In these two chairs sat two very similar looking young ponies. These twins were both wearing identical, pure white dresses along with identical, bronze laurels of leaves. The pony on the left, a unicorn filly with brilliant azure eyes, light yellow coat, and curly mane of brilliant orange, was emanating an unearthly cobalt blue aura. The pony on the right, a Pegasus colt with dark brown eyes, manila cream coat, and a regent styled mane of brown, was emanating an equally unearthly light emerald aura. The two twins seemed to be whispering things to each other before turning and speaking to the mare.

“Could you wait... Just a little longer?” The colt on the right asked the mare watching them. “This won’t take long” chimed the filly on the left. The two young ponies then turned their attention back to each other as they resumed their earlier whispering.

The mare started to think back to herself, What, am I suppos’d ta’ stay hea’ an’ watch dese two talk ta’ demselves? She began to look more around the room. F’get stickin’ around ‘ere, she thought as she reached for the silver door knob connected to the door behind her.

I’m outta’ dis- What da hay! as she tried to turn the knob. Dis stupid door’s locked! She galloped over to the other door on the other side of the room. Naturally, that door was also locked. Oh dat’s great, now I’m locked in ‘ere! she disdainfully pondered. She trudged her way back to the first door, hoping that it really wouldn’t take long for the twins to finish whatever the hay they were doing and let her get on with her bizarre dream. Fortunately for the mare, the twins once again began to converse with her.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” the colt spoke out. “It will start soon.”
“It’s about time... to get started,” the filly replied.

What da hay are dese two talkin’ about?! the mare questioned to herself. She closed her eyes to the visions around her as she began to retreat into her own thoughts.

----------------------Meanwhile, in the countryside near Ponyville------------------------

A very energetic and very pink mare was out taking a stroll alongside two young ponies through the scenic greenery of Whitetail Woods, just outside of Ponyville. The two twins she was accompanying seemed to be taking much interest in every sign of fauna and flora the trio came across.

“Hey Pumpkin, look at that!” the cream colored twin said while pointing at a particular bushel of grass. “I see it Pound!” the yellow twin answered back. The two twins ran over towards the previously indicated bushel of grass. They sat down by the bushel, observing a ruby red ladybug crawling on the top. Pound stuck his hoof out beneath the blade of grass the ladybug was crawling on. Eventually, it made its way off the leaf and onto Pound’s outstretched hoof. Pound then moved his hoof next to Pumpkin’s hoof, where the ladybug eventually made its way. Pumpkin giggled at the sight of the ladybug navigating in circles around her hoof. The twins then ran off a little deeper into the woods with the ladybug still on Pumpkin’s outstretched hoof.

The pink pony who was with the twins yelled out to them, “Wait! It’s dangerous to run around here you two!” The twins stopped running off and turned around to the pink pony with an incredibly curly dark pink mane and bright blue eyes. “Auntie Pinkie Pie, hurry!” Pumpkin yelled to her, “Hurry up!” “Auntie Pinkie Pie, you’re too slow!” Pound added on to Pumpkin’s remark. Pinkie started moving to where the twins were at a slow, relaxing pace. This slower pace soon began to bore the twin’s short attention spans as they ran off even deeper into the woods. Pinkie merely stopped and giggled as the twins’ anxiousness reminded her of her own energetic fillyhood she had long ago.

The twins continued their dainty gallop through the woods until they cam across a wizened, old tree, and stopped suddenly. The grand old tree itself was a sight to behold. It was completely bare and devoid of any greenery that all of the other trees were covered in. This tree’s branches were akin to brown tendrils that would look like they would flail around aimlessly were they not a stationary part of the tree that they were attached to. The trunk of the tree was covered in what appeared to be red, ivy leaves, which gave the appearance that the tree was wearing an elegant, red, sequined dress. The twins stared at the tree, though not because it was old and grand, but because of what was on it.

On top of the trunk of the tree hung a beautiful, pale magenta coated mare, with a very elegant, wavy violet mane with white streaks. Atop of her head laid an incredibly expensive, petite tiara. The mare appeared to be tied by each foreleg to two outward spreading branches with dead ivy. Her rear legs were bound together by a gorgeous, red silk sash. The mare was hanging lifelessly, as made evident by the enormous, bloody gash that ran from the bottom of her diaphragm to halfway down her stomach.

The sight was so astounding that they even momentarily forgot about the ladybug that Pumpkin was bringing along on her hoof. “Wow, you two are fast. I thought that I was never gonna catc- DEAR SWEET CELESTIA’S GLISTENING PEARLY FLANK!” a familiar voice yelled out. Pinkie Pie finally caught up with the twins as she couldn’t hope to keep up with them at their pace (old age will do that to you, kids). Pinkie, by far, had the worst reaction to the scene. “Oh, Diamond Tiara...” she continued. Now all three ponies were entranced at the scene before them. A small, white snake began to climb up and spiral around Diamond Tiara’s body, stopping for a moment around Diamond’s chest, until it made its way towards the topmost branch. What was laid out before the three ponies was only the start of a cataclysmic event that would change the lives of everyone who lived in Ponyville forever.

“Berry... Berry. Can ya hea’ me?” the nutmeg-orange coated mare thought out into nothingness. “It’s me, Babs. If ya’ can hea’ my voice, could ya’ respond?” She paused her thoughts as if to let the nothingness answer back. “Good,” she continued. “I thought ya’ went ta’ sleep o’ somethin’. Berry, don’ be surprised or nothin’, but da crime took place out in da country dis time. Let’s take it slow. Ok Berry?”