All These Apples Make a Peach
"Hello, hello, and welcome all! In a moment, you are going to be escorted on a tour of the location of a new movie being filmed right here in Ponyville and Sweet Apple Acres: 'Blooming Late,'" came a stallion's voice over a loudspeaker. "And now, here she is, the star of the movie. We present to you. . . Applebloom!"
The little yellow filly pushed open the fence's gate and walked out onto the dirt road. She smiled as she took a quick look around up at the clear blue sky. It was a beautiful day. Remembering that she had a job to do, Applebloom hastily fixed her bow with her left forehoof and kept up her relaxed smile.
"Howdy, y'all!" Applebloom said cheerfully, "Here we've got Sweet Apple Acres, the most beautiful, nicest farm in all of Equestria! And behind me is the main barn were all us Apples live- or lived in terms of the movie." Applebloom turned around and gazed at the barn with an almost forlorn, depressed expression. "It's really weird. 'Cause in the story, this barn, and all of Sweet Apple Acres, becomes 'the scene of the crime,'" Applebloom pointed off into the orchard. "A little ways out there is a little stream that flows by a barren, dead tree. It's really creepy looking, and it's where there most horrible scenes happened." Applebloom went back to smiling and waved a hoof. "But we can save the best for last. Come on, let's go into the barn first."
Applebloom walked up the stairs with a spring to her step, as if she were prancing off to open presents on Hearth's Warming Day. Applebloom stopped in front of a room, which had it's door open. She slid to a halt at the doorway, not entering the room just let.
"There! See! On that bed, in this room," Applebloom said excitedly as she pointed into the room, "That's the murderer's first scene!"
Applebloom suddenly shivered, as if a chill had just run down her spine. "Boy, howdy. It gives me the jeepers just thinkin' about it." Applebloom looked down at the part of the floor twixt the door and bed. "Ah mean, it was right here that the third murder happened. . ." Applebloom stopped, and put a hoof to her chin in thought. "Ya know. . ." she began, "You could consider this the fourth murder, 'cause when she. . .that is she stole something. . . see, it sorta caused. . ." Applebloom shook off the thought and brought her attention back to the room. "Doesn't really matter though. Anyway, the victim came through the door there and met the murderer by the bed," Applebloom's eyes widened with excitement as she made a series of quick, violent motions with her fore hooves, describing the scene like how Scootaloo would describe one of Rainbow Dash's stunts. "Then in a flash there was the knife! And then the victim's eyes bugged out of his head and a strange gurgle came from his mouth as he fell with a THUNK! to his knees! Then... then there was a blanket, and she jammed her hoof hard where she had last seen the handle of the knife, and... and. . ."
Applebloom blinked her eyes a few times as her excitement faded away. She let out a nervous chuckled as a blush appeared on her cheeks. "Sorry," she said in an embarrassed tone, "Ah kinda got carried away there. Why don't we take a look around the room."
Applebloom entered the room and walked up beside the bed. "Here's the bed she lay in. Staring up at her ceiling. Listening to her big sister banging on her door and telling her not to be late for school." Applebloom frowned at the bed, which was missing it's blanket. She then looked over at the closet. "There should be a really nice blanket on this bed. It's probably in the closet."
Applebloom walked over to the closet and opened it. She simply stared inside, her eyes unblinking, and her face turning slightly pale. The filly calmly closed the door and shook her head a bit. She took a deep breath and let it back out.
"Come on," she said as she exited the room, not looking back at the closet door.
Applebloom walked down the hall and opened up another door. She gave a look at the shower curtain and chuckled. "Wrong movie," she remarked playfully, and she closed the bathroom door. She pointed to another door and said, "This was the murderer's sister's room but we won't go in there. She's not really all that important to the story. But Ah think the granny's room will be a lot more interesting."
Applebloom walked to the proper door, a look of concentration on her face. "Ya know what really gets me?" Applebloom said, "The victims had no idea what this filly could do, or that she could ever do something like this. No one would ever think of suspectin' her! And it was actually kinda creepy how important she thought apples were. Ah mean, sure, they are important, but. . . And you know, the granny might have been even more obsessed with apples than the murderer was! It was the weirdest and the most... well."
Applebloom shook her head and said, "Back to the murderer. You actually kinda sorta had to feel sorry for her. I mean, being constantly bullied, spat on, and dominated by an awful, evil, smug, lying, manipulating, maniacal monster of a filly has to be enough to drive anypony to the extreme of... Oh, here we are."
Applebloom pushed open the door and entered the room.
"There's a really, really, really important scene that happens in this room," Applebloom said, but then she clsoed her eyes for a moment, as if trying to remember something. She then opened them and said, "Oh wait, there's actually another important scene that happens before this one. It happens as the granny is taken up to this room. Anyway, in both scenes there's a certain phrase that she keeps repeatin' over and over again, and..." Applebloom's eyes widen as they catch small plastic bottle on the nightstand next to the empty bed."Woah nelly. This empty bottle of heart medication is soooooooooo important to the story... because..."
Words completely failed Applebloom as she stood there, her mouth flapping open and closed, but no sound coming out. She looked extremely nervous, and was starting to grow a little pale again. Applebloom turned away from the bottle and marched stragith out of the room, kicking the door closed behind her.
"Let's go to the orchard now. To that barren tree next to the stream Ah told ya'll about earlier," Applebloom said hurriedly.
Applebloom walked through the orchard, nodding at the occasional marking carved into the trees she passed. After zigzagging in an apparently random pattern, Applebloom finally stopped at the old desolate tree.
"Well, it's all cleaned up now," Applebloom said with a nod. She looked down at the base of the tree, "There was so much blood here. The whole, the whole place was..." Applebloom choked a bit, but swallowed down the lump in her throat and continued, "Oh, hayseed, it's too horrible to describe, okay! And right there. . ." Applebloom pointed down at a spot next to the trunk, "Was the old rusty tool box, filled with everything she. . .she used. But the murderer didn't want to leave any clues behind, so she buried the tools near the stream."
Applebloom backed away from the tree and motioned with a hoof to get close. "Go on, take a closer look. Get closer. Okay, so the murderer, ya see, lured the victim over here and diverted her attention to the tree. The victim stepped forward and was studying the tree very carefully, like you are now. The murderer was standing right behind her, and then..."
ALL THESE APPLES MAKE A PEACH!
ALL THESE APPLES MAKE A PEACH!
ALL THESE APPLES MAKE A PEACH!
BLOOMING LATE
The FanFic you MUST read from the beginning or not at all!
...for no one will be seated after the start of...
Akumokagetsu's Greatest Psychological Thriller
BLOOMING LATE
Author's Note
Once again, remember that "Blooming Late" is an M-Rated story.
This was a parody of the trailer for Alfred Hitchcock's movie, "Psycho."
To see the original trailer for "Psycho": here
For a happier, nice, kinder, uplifting story about Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, Applebloom, and the rest of the CMC: here
