Pony Fails

Aria, sprawled on the floor, stared up at Sonata, eyes wide with fear. "S-Sonata? Wha—"

The deafening report of a gunshot echoed off the walls, followed by the ringing of a shell clattering to the floor. Aria screamed and grasped her knee.

"Just shut the fuck up," Sonata said. Her usual attire had been replaced by unbuttoned cutoff jean shorts, a tank top, fingerless gloves, and combat boots. The gun in her hand was smoking, and she glared at Aria with cold, dead eyes. "I'm so fucking sick of your shit." She turned and stalked away.

"Wait! Sona—"

Sonata fired one shot behind her without even bothering to look. Half of Aria's head exploded. "Fucking cunt," Sonata spat, before lighting a cigarette and leaving.