Twighlight Sparkle was heading off to a nearby bakery. She told spike that she would back soon and not to worry about her. Of course the attempt of reassuring spike was what she was going for, although it only made things constantly worse. As spike is known to come with Twighlight, she said she was only going to be gone a while and there was really no need for a companion. spike accepted and she was off. Spike new she was fine, knew she would come back smiling with the cupcakes. Twighlight noticed no one was outside and it felt a little odd… in the least, but she brushed off the feeling. Twighlight started walking for a little while until she found the place… or at least where it was supposed to be. Instead of the bakery she was expecting she found a pile if burnt pictures and ashes. Her face turned into a look she has never made… complete udder horror. As she could only watch the lifeless half burnt bodies ferociously twitch. The cutie marks were nailed on the only wall still standing and the wings… the wings had been soaked in acid and cut to a grey, bleached bone. Twighlight vomited up. Out of nowhere a sharp feeling hit her. It was the same kind of feeling when you get cut or stabbed. She fell to the ground and got a glimpse of a needle full of toxins being pushed into her helpless, tired body. She woke up only to find her self lying on a bed with clamps holding her wings and hooves. Her horn was surrounded in a thick steel reinforced with little layers of hardening concrete. Her mouth was taped so she couldn't move her mouth at all. She had no recollection of what had happened or even what might have happened. "W-waky… waky" stammered a delicate voice. There were pictures of Twighlight all over and the more her eyes adjusted to the faintly lit room, the more she could see. Out walked Rarity with her eyes being dark as all the Discords and Sombras on the world. She smirked expecting at least a shrill to come from Twighlight. "Y-you just had to become the little princess didn't you? And… and now wings? Twighlight, dear, i won't let you have all the spotlight" She opened up the concrete and steel from Twilghlight's horn using a designer shaped, diamond ringed, key. She grabbed a knife and started slowly cutting the horn so the blood would last longer as it all sank down her face. Twighlight wanted to scream and shriek and cry in pain but no tears would come, no sound was heard, and no limb cold move an inch. Once the horn was off she started skinning the wings, first getting rid of most of the feathers that got in her way. Twighlight almost blacked out of the pain if it wasn't for Rarity injecting more dangerous chemicals inside her bloodstream. Now she was completely aware, completely awake, and in fatal amounts of blood. Rarity realized this and bandaged all the wounds. she cut off the limbs with a little knife that was dull and rusty Twighlights eyes rolled back from pain but she couldn't black out or die due to Rarity constantly bandaging her up. Rarity took out a spoon and dug it into Twighlight's eye sockets and ripped them out. They bled and bled until the blood seemed like it ran out. Then to the tongue. She got out several needle pins and busted them into Twighlight's tongue, put a red silk in the needles' loops and pulled until the tongue until finally ripped off like a sheet of wrapping paper. Twighlight was dead. Rarity used the parts to make a cupcake .Spike ended up killing hemself. Twighlight was now a retarded cunt.