Pinkamena

  "Pinkie? You there?" Scootaloo said softly.

Applebloom stepped in back of Scootaloo."Boo!" Applebloom yelled.

"Ah!" Scootaloo yelled."That's not funny. I'm trying to find Pinkie. Come help."

"Fine." Applebloom sighed.

They both searched for her. They hadn't went to the basement yet. They dare to. That's the slaughter hall. "..So....should we go down?" Applebloom said.

Scootaloo sighed, then nodded. They both slowly walked down the steps. Slowly they did. Blood everywhere on the steps, risk of slipping. They finally got down. Knifes and hammers and chainsaws on the walls. Cutiemarks, horns, and wings nailed on the walls. "Well I'll say. Pinkie has been really.. decorating the place." Scootaloo said smirking.

Applebloom rolled her eyes. She turned the corner to see Pinkamena crying. Crying away.

Scootaloo walked over to her. "Pinkie? Are you okay?"

Pinkie lifted her head. "Yes I'm fine." Blood was running down her eyes. "But she isn't." She pointed to a grey pegasi.

"Pinkie it's okay. It's not your fault you lived around cannibals." Applebloom said.

Pinkie sighed."I know, AB." Pinkie got up."Brave of you to come down here. No one comes down." She began to walk. Bones clattered as she walked. Blood dripped from the weapons. She walked up the steps slowly. Slow as possible. She went to her bedroom to sit down. To go to sleep.