BUCK

It was 9 o’clock at night, and Big Macintosh would not come out of the apple cellar.

Knock. Knock knock. “Now, Ah’m gettin’ right frustrated, bro. What in tarnation’re yall’ doin’ down there?”

Applejack was answered by the same old muffled “bonk”ing noise that had been steadily emitting from the door for about an hour. No one answered beyond strange moaning noises and the occasional grunt. The door had been sealed shut from the inside with a horseshoe. The orange pony had been knocking for easily 15 minutes now.

“Big Macintosh? Git’ up outta there this instant! No cider leak is that important, Ah’m worried about ya’!”

Apple Bloom exited the Apple family house and inquired about the noise. “Big sis, what’s all that racket?”

“Yer’ big brother’s holed’ ‘imself up in the apple cellar like a dang scared parasprite!”

“Well what’s he doin’ down there?”

“Ah dunno! He won’t answer me!” Applejack began to nock on the door again, “Big Mac, are you alright? If yall’ don’t answer me, Ah’m gonna hafta’ uppan’ buck this door open!”

From the mysterious cellar came a female scream that ceased the Apple sisters’ calling.

Apple Bloom ran over to the cellar and became invested in the quest to open it. “Who in blazes was that?”

“Well, I’ll be darned... Uhh, Big Macintosh! Who’s down there!?”

Applejack’s train of thought was once again derailed by the appearance of Derpy Hooves. The gray mailmare ran directly into Appleck and started to present her panicked acquisition.

“Applejack! Applejack! Big Mac! Notebooks!” screamed the pony.

“Woah now, hold yer’ horses, Derpy, where’s yer’ fire?” answered Applejack.

“Applejack!” Derpy tried to collect herself, “Where is, *pant*, Big Mac?”

The orange pony looked at her with suspense, and a sinister curiosity built within her. “..Uh, he’s holed up in the apple cellar... me an’ Apple Bloom ‘ave been tryin’ to coax ‘in outta’ there for at least fifteen minutes!”

Derpy stalled her terror for but a second, then turned to the door to observe Big Mac’s voice uttering a loud and agonizing shout from its sanctum.

“DAMN IT, WHY?!!”, followed by a loud crash.

The mailmare fell to the door and began to consistently bang on it, crying in her fear.

“Now, what’re you so nervous about! darn it, explain yer’ self!”

“He’s got my muffin!” Derpy retaliated with a mother’s force, “HE’S GONNA KILL HER! HE’S GONNA KILL MY MUFFIN!”

The sentence ended with three more crashes, and the cellar collapsed.

It started slow. The fourth crash gave way to a small dent being made in the ground, and soon the whole area under the front of the building gave way to the fall. When all the earth settled, the doorway to the Apple family home rested on thin air, barely supported by its surrounding architecture, pipes exposed. The three looked on in awe at the death of Big Mac, and his very special somepony.