Scootaloo opened her eyes, revealing a twisted sight. A party room, decorations of streamers and balloons made from pony organs and guts. The stench of blood filled Scootaloo's nostrils. She knew she was dreaming, she felt control of a lucid dream. Severed heads of fillies on a table, and a banner made of pony hides with a message written in blood, LIFE IS A PARTY. Scootaloo was sitting on a cold, bloody floor. Looking closer to the ground, she saw a message written in blood, WHAT IS YOUR CALLING?
*Gasp!* Scootaloo awoke in a warm bed. The dream! The room somehow felt real to Scootaloo. It is almost like it really exists. Hungry, she got out of bed and left her house. She sighed, thinking of her parents, they have disappeared years ago. Now she lives with her aunt and uncle. Opening the door, Scootaloo went off on an early morning looking for a treat at Sugarcube Corner.
