There's Something In My Closet

by ThatPersonDownYourStreet

The Closet

Previous Chapter

The CMC and Spike zoomed to the farm. Scootaloo began rapidly picking up the pace, dashing headfirst into the air in front of her. "Scootaloo, this isn't a race!" Sweetie Belle reminded Scootaloo, as her horn's light began to die out. Apple Bloom looked at Sweetie Belle's horn, the magic aura began to disappear. "I can't keep it up much longer!" Sweetie Belle's horn aura disappeared. She panted.

             "Come on, Sweetie Belle, at least we made it to the farm in time!" Apple Bloom smiled, trying to cheer her up. "Yeah, it's not like you didn't faint on the way there!" Scootaloo continued. They traveled into the barn, making sure their hoofs dropped lightly on the wooden floor. Scootaloo used her wings to make her lighter, but failed, dropping on the floor immensely, making a creaaak noise. "Shoot, run!" Spike whisper-shouted, as they ran up the stairs to Apple Bloom's room.

         "There it is"- Apple Bloom pointed her hoof towards the closet.-"my haunted closet." They inched closer, slowly and carefully. Apple Bloom opened her closet. "HIYA!" She screamed while doing it. Nothing was in there. "Way to go, Apple Bloom!" Scootaloo yelled sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. "I shall now be the leader of the CMC!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed! "No, me!" Scootaloo shouted back.

"Me!" Sweetie Belle shouted back.

"I shall decide," Apple Bloom got in the way of the fight.

"ME!" Spike screamed!

After that, they all started fighting, shouting over who can be the leader, while they were fighting, they failed to notice that suddenly, a black ring of darkness appeared in the closet, sucking the CMC (and Spike) inside. "Oh no!!!!!!!" They all shouted. As soon as they were in the portal, it vanished.

      They woke up, toppled on one another. They were in a big field of purple daisies, the sun resting it's rays along the racing winds. But something didn't seem right, the sky was had 7 inverted rainbows, all falling down. "Apple Bloom, how many times did you clean your clothes?" Sweetie Belle asked with her eyelids half shut, with a smirk on her face. "Um, you were supposed to clean them?" Apple Bloom replied, embarrased. "Of course you're supposed to clean them! If you didn't, you'd have mud on them," Scootaloo chuckled. "That's not the point!" Sweetie Belle shouted, seriously.