“Come on, crusaders!” Apple Bloom told her friends, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, and cousin, Babs Seed. “Pick up the pace, we're almost there!”

“Where are we going anyway?” Sweetie Belle asked, her eyebrow raising and her head tilted.

“Somepony said this was a spooky hotel!” Apple Bloom started. “An' everypony who comes in…”

“Nevah. Comes. Out.” Babs finished for her cousin.

Apple Bloom glared at Babs. “Cuz', don't cut me off like that!” she whined. Babs just smirked.

They arrive at the hotel, but Scootaloo seems a bit scared. “Just a hunch, but I think we should turn back.” Scootaloo said, nervously. “I...uh...I think that's my ride over there!” She points towards Ponyville and is about to run off before Sweetie catches her.

“I can't believe after all these years, you're still a chicken.” Sweetie Belle facehoofed.

“I'm no chicken!” Scootaloo groaned. “Then knock on the door!” Sweetie ordered.

“I...but...I...Fine.” She sighs, and is about to knock, when somepony tapped on her shoulder. They all turned around to see that it was Twilight, who was wearing a uniform, and had bags under her eyes with a very messy mane.

“Is that…” Apple Bloom stuttered.

“Yes, Apple Bloom.” Twilight replied. “It’s me, Twilight. Welcome to the Gregory House!”

"W...What happened to your friends?" Apple Bloom stuttered.

"Well, let me explain..."

Pinkie is at a table, sitting patiently. She still has that same knife on her head, but doesn’t seem to be bothered by this.

“Ah, Pinkie.” Hell’s Chef walked up to her. “Nice to see you. I suppose you would want…”

“The pork? Yes, please.” Pinkie read his thoughts, like always.

“Coming right up.” He spoke, walking back to the kitchen.

“Welcome to Hell’s Roulette!” Rarity shouted. Her mane was as stylish as ever, but with more curls. Her body was full of soot, and she has a stitch around her horn. “Applejack, here will be counting how many spaces you have left!”

She points to Applejack, who was at a board with two lines, both have the number 40 at the end. She also had soot all over her, and had a few scars. She had no ponytail in her mane. “So what are ya waitin for?” she asked a fellow filly. “Go ahead and-“

“Spin me!” Roulette Colt finished.

“Hey Fluttershy!” Spike called. He still had that same knife around his stomach, but wasn’t bothered by it. “Time for your supper!”

Fluttershy’s mane was somewhat frizzy, and her vocal chords were ripped out, so she wouldn’t tell anypony the secret. She scribbles on a dry erase board. “Alright. What is for supper?” It said.

“Pork.” Spike answered.

Fluttershy wrote again. “Sounds delicious.”

"Oh, it is. And I’m starving.” Spike rubbed his claw around the knife on his stomach.

Rainbow Dash was trotting with Judgement Colt. She has become his sidekick ever since the incident. Her neck was misplaced a little, and had a scar around it. She was holding the heart bracelet in her right hoof, and was wearing the same shirt as Judgement Colt, but with rainbow stripes on it. They were both chanting something.

“Do you know, who I am? They call me Judgement Colt.”

“Do you know, who I am? They call me Judgement Mare.”

“So, what are ya doin here? Babs Seed asked Twilight.

“I’m just an assistant.” She answered the brown filly. “Now…Would you all like a room?” She smiled.

“Sure! C’mon, girls!” Sweetie answered, running inside.

“We’re coming, we’re coming.” Scootaloo spoke, hurrying after the Cutie Mark Crusaders.

“They’ll find out the wonders of this hotel sooner or later.” Twilight muttered to herself, while smiling. “I know they will.”

Author's Note

Well, it's been a fun ride, hasn't it? I enjoyed writing this with ZombieDash! Thanks for reading, and have a nice day! :)