Blank Equestria

Scootaloo gently put Sweetie Belle down on the bed she saw in Applebloom's room upstairs. Everything was in good condition other than the constant shadows that surrounded the two cutie mark crusaders. Scootaloo let out a sigh of exhaustion as she sat down on the chair next to the bed. Sweetie Belle's face was completely soaked, disturbing and dark red. The mare's axe was definitely not an ordinary weapon at all.

"Sweetie Belle, can you hear me or see me?" Scootaloo questioned worriedly, staring into Sweetie Belle's now dull eyes.

Sweetie Belle opened her mouth, her tongue hanging out. She let out a heavy sigh, her eyes narrowing. Sweetie Belle drooled, her saliva mixing in with the blood. Scootaloo winced in disgust, sympathetic as well, because it must have tasted awful.

"Hey, let me check your cut," Scootaloo said. She smiled at her friend to comfort her.

Sweetie Belle rolled over, revealing her cut. It had grown awfully quick. Her back was covered with her own dried blood, terrifying Scootaloo. "Roll back over."

Sweetie Belle rolled back over again, her cut hidden once more. "That axe might be cursed or something," Scootaloo said.

Sweetie Belle let out one more cough. She turned, no longer looking at Scootaloo. "Do you want me to go find Applebloom?" Scootaloo queried.

Sweetie Belle wheezed, then slowly nodded. Her ears drooped. Her blood, strangely, began to become wet again, dripping down her body. It was as if somepony made it run down her white coat again.

Scootaloo, disturbed, got off of the chair and stepped back. The blood was not only covering Sweetie Belle's body now, expanding quickly, but also spreading to the objects and the room itself.

"Sweetie Belle..." she whispered as she stared at the sudden sight.

Sweetie Belle let out an inhuman gasp. Her body was completely covered in blood, her breathing fast. The walls began to collapse in flakes.

"What the fuck?! Sweetie Belle!" Scootaloo shouted over the walls falling.

The blood spread across the floor, chasing after Scootaloo's hooves. She looked down just in time to see this and had no choice but to abandon her friend and run. The crusader sped down the hall as the blood quickened its pace, coating the walls and floor.

"STOP!" Scootaloo yelled.

She looked back. Her heart was beating so fast it was louder than the walls collapsing. She stared at the room she had left Swetie Belle in. Her inhuman sounds echoed in the halls. Scootaloo ran as fast as she could.

"NO!" she exclaimed.

Scootaloo turned sharply, almost crashing into the wall and being captured by the blood. Hopefully this was just a dream or a hellish nightmare. Scootaloo screamed fearfully, closing her eyes. She plunged into the window. The glass fell in shards. Scootaloo fell into a white light, hearing nothing but sirens abruptly turning on as she blacked out.